And not going in.
But also not leaving.
Tian Lu exhaled with sympathy and took a step back.
"May the gods be with you, brother."
Inside the store, Hao turned his head lazily at the sound of the door.
He gave his usual deadpan greeting.
"Welcome."
But the man didn't even look at him.
Eyes wide. Mouth parted. Face pale and soaked in sweat, as if someone had dumped a whole bucket of iced spirit water straight over his head.
He stood frozen just past the entrance, breathing like he'd run from the city gates all the way here.
His gaze shot left, right, up, down - wild and erratic like a lost soul in the middle of reincarnation, trying to find the right portal.
Both hands clutched his stomach.
One foot tapped repeatedly against the tiles, his whole body trembling from the strain.
He took a step forward.
His balance faltered.
He nearly slipped.
Hao blinked, not sure if this guy was having a mental breakdown or mid-battle enlightenment.
"…?"
This man… was Dou Xinshi.
