After all, behind the Night Song Nightclub, stands a master of mysticism. With his current Attribute Panel, it's already quite fortunate that he's not affected by mystical ceremonies; if everything could be seen so clearly, it would be a bit too much.
But even in the presence of the places he's skirted around, Zhao Yan was still quite scared, repeatedly asking him three or four times if he'd grown any strange flesh or was entangled with strangers around him.
When Zhao Yan learned that it was Wu Chang who knocked him under the bar to help him avoid a disaster, he immediately shifted from worrying if his face hurt to worrying if Wu Chang's hand hurt.
Face hurts? That's how it should be!
If his face didn't hurt, then he should have woken up with a sore backside!
Having worried about himself, Zhao Yan began to worry about Wanghai City.
