Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 119

His mouth hooked upward proudly and he glanced at Chu Feng. “Since we are fated to meet, let’s be friends and sit down for a chat. What do you think?”

Xu Hai thought that he was giving Chu Feng a gift. He was the proud son of the bank’s president, a person from the high society. Usually, people from the lower society like Chu Feng wouldn’t have the chance to come into contact with him.

Now, he was willing to sit at the same table as Chu Feng. This was Chu Feng’s good fortune. No doubt, he had ulterior motives toward Chu Feng’s girlfriend and this was part of his attempt.

However, Xu Hai was full of confidence. He squinted and looked forward to Chu Feng’s next move. Would he be flattered? Would he try to get in his good books? Or would he be self-aware and leave on his own, leaving this beautiful girl to Xu Hai? If that was the case, he wouldn’t mind keeping this guy as a follower, let him tail behind him, maybe let him have a little of his share of the beauty in front of him.

“I’m not interested, goodbye,” Chu Feng replied faintly with a single sentence. He was too lazy to even look at Xu Hai as he put his arm around Heather’s waist and left right away.

Xu Hai’s extended hand hung midair and the smile on his face was frozen, looking thunderstruck—did this guy actually ignore him?

This guy was a poor loser from the low society, who had no power nor influence, and he dared to trample over Xu Hai’s self-esteem?

Xu Hai’s face was red with painful shame; his eyes looked like they were about to spurt fire.

At this moment, Chu Feng had no energy to bother with people like Xu Hai. He found a table by the window, ordered some drinks and desserts, and sat down with Heather.

“I wouldn’t have thought that your acting skills were so good. Did you see that guy? He was so angry that his face paled.” Heather rested her chin on her fair arm and she blinked her beautiful blue eyes; she was in a good mood.

Chu Feng picked up his coffee and said helplessly, “Your acting skills are better. Anyone who didn’t know you would have thought that you were really an innocent, adorable, little girl in love.”

Chu Feng frowned and glanced at the laptop screen. Those old murals featured the villagers that went crazy as a result of the illness that seemed to be caused by the Mandraka flower. There was also a kind-looking and skinny monk who sat cross-legged, as if delivering a sermon.

These drawings were very old and had been heavily damaged. One could only roughly see the outline. But given the large amount of information, it should be real—this monk truly existed.

“It’s a pity that we have not found a method to cure one of the poison. We only know about this monk through oral tradition. Other than that, we know nothing about his identity. Besides, it’s been more than two hundred years. This monk should've passed a long time ago.”

Heather sighed helplessly. It was after much difficulty that they caught sight of a glimmer of hope, and yet here they were, back at their starting point. “However, there is a legend that the monk has extraordinary skills. He can catch a tiger with his bare hands and repel a pack of wolves with a thunderous roar. He seems like a practitioner of the martial arts from the Central Plains!”

“He’s a practitioner of the martial arts?!”