Huo Huo looked at his erratic son in bewilderment, though he didn't pay it too much mind. Men, after all, had those few abnormal days every month; you just got used to it.
If Huo Tuo's old man, Huo Huo, had known that his bird-brained son was scared off by his own smile, he would have felt deeply wronged. You're an Evil Cultivator, father! If you didn't smile like a villain, would you even be an Evil Cultivator? Did you expect him to smile like a beckoning lucky cat?
Huo Tuo bolted out of the Blood Thunder Sect and ran straight into a group of rogue cultivators who had been lying in wait outside the sect for a while.
Chapter 182