More than two months ago, Leon Huang swaggered down the street with his two lackeys, Little Wu and Little Tiger, showing off as usual.
Because his bad reputation was well known, almost everyone would avoid him whenever he appeared.
But that day, Lana Gao just happened to run straight into him.
Leon, being a shameless flirt, couldn’t help but say a few lewd things. Before he even got a chance to make a move, she beat him up on the spot.
As for Little Wu and Little Tiger, those two were only at Qi-Refining tier one—way too weak to step in or stop her.
If it had been anyone else, Yellow Mountain would’ve definitely stepped in to defend his son. But Lana was Gareth Gao’s younger sister, and Leon was the one at fault. Plus, she hadn’t gone overboard—just gave Leon a taste of his own medicine. So, the matter was quietly dropped.
Song Yan searched through his memories and found that the old Leon Huang had never interacted with Lana Gao before. So, why did she go out of her way to do this?
Could it be that Leon was such a menace, the girl just wanted to play vigilante?
"Forget it, no need to dwell on it. The old Leon was a scumbag anyway—there’s no point sticking up for him!"
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed up the stairs—it was Little Tiger, back from looking for Nate Moore.
"Young Master, that kid called Nate Moore has been found."
"Oh?" Song Yan’s eyes lit up. He tossed a silver coin onto the table and said to Little Tiger, "Lead the way."
Fifteen minutes later, Song Yan and his two attendants arrived outside a pharmacy.
Little Tiger pointed at a teenage boy in coarse clothes who was sorting herbs. "Young Master, that’s Nate Moore right there."
Song Yan glanced over. The boy looked about fifteen or sixteen, with bright eyes and handsome features—definitely had that protagonist vibe.
"Gentlemen, are you here to pick up medicine?"
The middle-aged shopkeeper was sharp-eyed. One look at Song Yan’s clothes and he knew this was no ordinary customer. He hurried over, bowed, and greeted them.
"His name is Nate Moore, right?"
Song Yan pointed at the boy in coarse clothes and asked.
The shopkeeper was taken aback, then quickly nodded. "Sir, did that kid offend you? If so, I’ll fire him right away!"
"Not at all," Song Yan waved his hand, then continued, "Does he have a blind younger sister?"
The shopkeeper hesitated, looking uncertain.
Seeing the shopkeeper hesitate, Little Tiger immediately put on airs and barked, "Are you blind? My young master is the city lord’s son. When he asks you something, you’d better answer quickly—or we’ll burn this dump to the ground!"
"Shut up!"
Song Yan shot Little Tiger a glare, then turned to the shopkeeper with a friendly smile. "Relax, I’m not here to cause trouble."
The shopkeeper let out a sigh of relief. "Sir, that Nate Moore really does have a blind sister!"
That’s the one.
Song Yan nodded to himself, pulled out a silver coin, and tossed it to the shopkeeper. "Have him come over—I’ve got a few questions for him."
"Right away, sir. Please wait a moment."
The middle-aged shopkeeper hurried over to Nate Moore, who quickly stood up and bowed.
The shopkeeper lowered his voice, "Nate, a young master is looking for you. He’s a big deal—be careful."
"Thank you, sir!"
Actually, Nate Moore had already noticed Song Yan and his crew and was puzzled—what could they want with him?
"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" Nate Moore stepped forward, calm and respectful.
"Nate Moore, right? Come with me—I’ve got something to ask you."
Nate instinctively glanced at the shopkeeper, who waved him on, signaling it was fine to go.
Song Yan led Nate to a nearby alley, leaving Little Tiger and Little Wu outside to stand guard.
What puzzled Song Yan was that, when he entered the pharmacy, he’d already used Clairvoyant Vision to scan Nate Moore—but hadn’t found any ring on him.
"Do you want your sister’s eyes cured?" Song Yan asked, straight to the point.
"What did you say?" Nate Moore, who’d been pretty calm, suddenly looked shaken and emotional.
"Promise me one thing, and I can cure your sister’s eyes!" Song Yan smiled, looking every bit like a big bad wolf tempting a little rabbit.
Nate Moore took a deep breath and calmed down, but eyed Song Yan suspiciously. "My sister’s been blind for twelve years. Are you sure you can really cure her?"
As expected of a protagonist—he calmed down fast!
Song Yan thought to himself, then said aloud, "Do you think I’d bother lying to you about this?"
Nate fell silent for a moment, then looked up, staring hard at Song Yan. "What do you want me to promise?"
"You happened to pick up a ring once, right? If you give me that Stone Divine Ring, I’ll cure your sister’s eyes. To prove I’m serious, I’ll treat her first—how about it?"
Nate was surprised Song Yan mentioned the ring. He’d found it by accident—it wasn’t gold or silver, just a plain stone band. He’d tossed it at home and never thought much of it. Now this guy wanted that worthless ring… Could there be some kind of secret to it?
"Sir, you must be mistaken—I’ve never picked up any ring!"
Trying to play games with me?
Song Yan sneered, "Fine, forget it then!" With that, he turned and strode out of the alley. Either way, he was getting that ring—if it wasn’t on Nate, it had to be at his house. If Nate wouldn’t trade, he’d just take it by force. Song Yan wasn’t one for pointless scruples.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Nate’s face was full of struggle and indecision. Just as Song Yan was about to leave the alley, Nate finally made up his mind. "Wait! I agree!"
"Good. Then take me to your house right now!"
"Alright, this way please!"
About fifteen minutes later, Nate led Song Yan to a small house.
Every world has its rich and its poor.
All around the little house were rows of low buildings—obviously, only the very bottom rung of society lived here.
"Brother, is that you? Are you home?"
A clear, girlish voice rang out from inside the house.
"It’s me."
The door opened, and a pretty girl of about fourteen or fifteen, dressed in rough clothes, appeared in Song Yan’s view. Sadly, her eyes were blind.
"Brother, you’re home early!" Lynn Ning said happily.
"I found a doctor to treat your eyes." At this, Nate Moore couldn’t help but look at Song Yan with hopeful eyes.
"Don’t worry, curing your sister’s eyes is no trouble at all!" Song Yan said confidently.
"Really?" Lynn Ning asked excitedly.
"I never lie!" Song Yan assured her.
Half an hour later, Song Yan left the Moore siblings’ house satisfied, a Stone Divine Ring now in his hand. Back in the little house, as Lynn Ning gazed at the world with newly restored sight, Nate Moore suddenly felt as if he’d lost something truly precious—his heart ached with a pain he couldn’t explain.
Back at the city lord’s mansion, Song Yan shut himself in his room.
He took out the Stone Divine Ring, pricked his finger, and let a drop of blood fall onto it…