The moment Miles Wan spoke, the whole vibe around the cart dropped—heavy and suffocating, like someone had just killed the mood.
Queenie Tong and the others followed Miles Wan’s gaze, looking over at Evan Lin sitting quietly off to the side. One by one, their brows furrowed. To them, this kid was just straight-up cursed.
He’d just gotten roasted by Terence Liao before even getting on the cart. Sure, Terence ended up kneeling out of nowhere, but let’s be real—it was still a rough start.
Now, as soon as he’s on the donkey cart, he’s already on the Young Valley Lord’s bad side.
Talk about rotten luck. This guy couldn’t catch a break if his life depended on it.
“He’s just some clueless kid who doesn’t know his place. Young Valley Lord, you don’t need to stoop to his level,” Terence Liao chimed in, eyes flashing as he switched gears. “Plus, he looks like he’s one of Warren Wu’s people—they came together.”
To Medicine King Valley, Warren Wu was a total disgrace. Linking Evan Lin to Warren at a moment like this? Terence was hoping Miles Wan would take an instant dislike to Evan.
If Miles Wan actually made a move, that’d be perfect.
"Lucy, you’d better keep your friend in line. If he stirs up trouble, you could get dragged into it," Queenie Tong warned, shooting a frosty look at Lucy Lu beside her.
Lucy Lu was freaking out inside, but there was nothing she could do.
Miles Wan stared at Evan Lin. Evan just glanced up, totally calm. "I see mountains as mountains, trees as trees, dogs as dogs. What do you think I’m looking at?"
The second Evan dropped that line, the whole cart went dead silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
"Did he seriously just say that?" someone nearby blurted out, stunned.
"Wait, am I hearing things, or did he just call the Young Valley Lord a dog?" another person gasped.
"Whose kid is that? Dude’s gotta be nuts."
People started whispering and gossiping all over the place.
Queenie Tong looked genuinely shocked, then glanced at Evan Lin with pure pity in her eyes.
Lucy Lu just sighed. She honestly couldn’t figure out why this guy would say something so wild.
Harvey Liao’s eyes lit up, but he kept his face dark and snapped at Evan, "You’ve got guts, insulting Medicine King Valley’s Young Valley Lord! Are you tired of living or just clueless whose turf this is?"
"Young Valley Lord, this kid’s been mouthing off since yesterday. I wanted to teach him a lesson, but the Valley’s rules say no fighting on the cart, so I held back. Now look at him—he’s getting bolder by the minute. You’ve gotta set things straight for Medicine King Valley!"
"Medicine King Valley’s reputation isn’t something just anyone can mess with!"
Terence Liao’s words rang out, loud and clear—no backing down.
Everyone’s eyes locked onto the scene. Even Warren Wu’s face went pale, but he couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
Miles Wan’s face grew darker. He looked at Evan Lin and nodded, "That’s right—by Valley rules, no fighting on the cart. But up ahead is Fisherman’s Pier. Once we get there, I’ll see just how tough your mouth really is!"
"If I’m a dog, then what does that make you?"
Miles Wan’s black clothes whipped around him, and in an instant, the white mist scattered. Right in front of the cart, a narrow stone path appeared, leading to a tiny wooden dock at the end.
There were a few wooden boats docked there. Each one looked just like a long leaf—so flimsy it was hard to believe it could hold even a single person.
"That’s Fisherman’s Pier!"
"We’re almost there!"
"Man, this kid just ran straight into a wall."
Everyone watched as the cart rolled closer and closer to Fisherman’s Pier. Miles Wan stood there, his aura getting heavier by the second—those black clothes made him look even more intimidating.
"Let’s see how cocky you are in a minute!"
Terence Liao let out a big laugh, still hung up on the humiliation of having to kneel when they got on the cart.
Pretty much everyone on the cart was looking at Evan Lin now, most of them just waiting to see him crash and burn.
"Being young and bold is one thing, but if you’re too reckless and clueless, you’re just throwing yourself into the fire."
Someone said it coldly.
Queenie Tong just shot Evan a look full of pure disgust.
The closer the cart got to Medicine King Valley, the more Queenie Tong felt a deep sense of awe.
Evan Lin’s words just now? In Queenie’s eyes, he was an ant trying to shake a tree—totally clueless about his own limits. She’d always looked down on guys like that. If the cart wasn’t so cramped, she’d turn away just to avoid seeing his face; even one less glance at Evan would make her feel better.
People kept throwing shade, but Evan Lin didn’t budge—just sat there, cool as ever, glancing over at Fisherman’s Pier.
The little boats bobbed on the sparkling lake, and beyond them, massive cliff walls rose up like iron gates straight into the clouds.
Staring at those cliffs, everyone felt tiny.
As the cart rolled up and finally stopped at Fisherman’s Pier, everyone could see the huge cliffs across the lake—jagged, ancient, and straight-up intimidating.
"Medicine King Valley’s entrance is right across the lake. Take a boat from here and you’ll get there in half an hour, tops—but the boats at Fisherman’s Pier only leave in the morning," Warren Wu whispered to Evan Lin.
Evan Lin nodded slightly.
Finally, the cart came to a slow stop.
"Kid, now’s your chance—kneel and apologize to the Young Valley Lord, pledge your whole life to him as his servant, and maybe it’s not too late!" Terence Liao jumped in the moment the cart stopped, not missing a beat to add, "If you’re so tough, why not have your so-called master show up himself?"
"Didn’t you just say your master needs the Valley Master and all the elders to kneel before he’ll even show up? If your master’s really that awesome, let’s see him!"
Terence Liao fired off his words like a machine gun, each one aimed to hit where it hurt.