Damien You didn't dare get angry with Evan Lin, but the embarrassment in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Especially since, all the way over, he could feel the mocking looks from people around him.
"Back in the day, I'd have slapped that fat guy into oblivion."
Damien You was still feeling pretty indignant.
Evan Lin didn't get angry at all. Sitting there, listening to the roller coaster screams, he said, "The real mistake is going out without any cash. In this world, if you've got fists and skills, sure, you can push people around."
"But if you keep doubling down on your mistake without learning, that's just making things worse."
"That fat guy's not your parents, so there's no reason to spoil you."
"Of course, stuff in places like this is way overpriced. Kinda shady, honestly."
Evan Lin sounded casual: "When you're cultivating, you know if the method's wrong or the technique's off, you switch things up."
"You've been out of touch too long, living in that fantasy of being some Hong Kong grandmaster. Not much real power, but lots of attitude. Keep going like this and you'll crash sooner or later."
Evan's words made Damien You pause for a moment.
He glanced at Evan Lin a few times, thought it over, and quickly understood what Evan meant.
"Thanks for the advice."
Damien You spoke sincerely, full of gratitude: "You're saying I need to learn to fit in, to understand how regular people live—only then can I really grasp the Dao?"
Damien knew how strong Evan Lin was. To him, this low-key Master Lin from Seacrest could one day reach legendary heights.
Every bit of Evan's guidance would benefit Damien for life.
"What I mean is, since you call me Young Lord, just make sure you've got some cash on you when you go out. Don't let little stuff like money blow up into a big scene again."
Evan Lin sighed: "And in the end, I still have to clean up your mess."
Damien You scratched his head, embarrassed all over again.
Right now, he didn't have a shred of his Hong Kong grandmaster swagger left.
Queenie Tong was bursting with excitement, bouncing around even after getting out of the car, while Queenie looked pale as a sheet. She rushed to the side, squatted down, and started dry heaving.
She was really scared.
This girl didn't have a shred of cultivation to protect her, so it's no wonder she couldn't handle it.
Once Queenie recovered, she went with Queenie Tong to ride the Ferris wheel and catch a few performances.
Evan Lin and Damien You followed alongside, strolling through the amusement park and finally relaxing for once.
It lasted all the way until afternoon.
After a full round of playing, Queenie—already exhausted—suggested they head to Coldspire Peak.
They hailed a cab at the entrance.
Damien You sat up front, while Evan Lin, Queenie Tong, and Queenie squeezed into the back.
When the driver heard they were headed for Coldspire Peak, he got a little excited.
"Did you guys hear about what happened up at Coldspire Peak last night?"
"It was like immortals fighting up there!"
"Are you guys heading up there to see the immortals too?"
The driver's voice was full of awe and admiration.
"See immortals?"
Hearing that, Queenie Tong turned her head and looked at Evan Lin.
Queenie realized something too and glanced at Evan Lin.
Evan Lin stayed calm and expressionless.
If you really wanted to say they were going to see immortals, Evan Lin could count as half of one himself.
After all, he was once a man who opened the Heavenly Gate.
"Yeah, a lot of people are heading that way today, all hoping to catch a glimpse of the immortals."
"Last night was wild, and all those Hong Kong grandmasters were up at Coldspire Peak."
Listening to the driver talk about this topic.
Damien You, sitting in the front seat, suddenly asked, "Out of the Hong Kong grandmasters, who do you think is the strongest?"
Ever since Damien You started following Evan Lin, he hadn't felt like a grandmaster at all.
Now that the driver brought it up, it was the perfect chance to ask.
While asking, Damien You unconsciously straightened his back.
"Hong Kong grandmasters, huh?"
Unexpectedly, the driver snorted disdainfully: "Hong Kong grandmasters are ancient history now."
"Last night, those grandmasters up at Coldspire Peak were seriously unlucky—pretty sure they got taken down by immortals."
"Honestly, those Hong Kong grandmasters must be nuts. Of all places, they just hang out on the mountain every day—aren't they basically waiting for immortals to zap them with lightning?"
Damien You's face turned pale at the driver's words.
Queenie Tong and Queenie couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Don't you know? Out of the three Hong Kong grandmasters, Damien You is supposed to be pretty tough."
Damien You wasn't ready to give up.
Could it really be that his era as a Hong Kong grandmaster was wiped out overnight?
"Damien You? Never heard of him. Hong Kong might have three grandmasters, but I only know Grandmaster Victor Zhou—the one who's tight with the Hong Kong Li family."
As for the other two, even if I wanted to know, there's no way. You have no idea—they're like turtles hiding in their shells.
I've been driving a cab for years and never heard a peep about them. I don't even know if they're real.