Yang Kai's jovial demeanor faded the instant they were alone. His expression darkened, the easygoing smile replaced by something colder and sharper. He didn't like being used—especially not by someone who might end up costing him more than he gained.
He turned slowly, eyes locking onto Wang Chen.
"So," Yang Kai said flatly, "now that we're here…"
The unspoken question hung heavy in the air.
Wang Chen noticed the shift in Yang Kai's demeanor immediately—the relaxed cheer drained away, replaced by wariness and irritation. Still, he didn't care in the slightest.
With the same mild smile on his face, Wang Chen calmly met the fatty's gaze and asked,
"Brother, would you be kind enough to tell me which region of the Soaring Dragon Continent this is, and in which direction the Thousand Sword Sect lies? If you can help, I would be extremely grateful."
The question caught Yang Kai completely off guard.
For a split second, disbelief flickered across his face.
