Murim Recurve

Re'Kha didn't immediately rush in, stopping as she cooled her head. Using the Wind Qi perception, she looked around the restaurant, taking note of the faces of the people seated there. She wasn't able to grasp any significant detail in her Wind Qi perception, but she still made note of the design of their eyes, noseline, mouth, jaw, the creases on their foreheads, their facial structure, etc. 

This way, she would be able to determine who they were when she encountered them in the future. After all, she wasn't assured none failed to track Burmat Re'Shi. After all, based on her memories and of what Re'Shi had told her, Burmat Re'Kya wasn't a simple person. Her schemes were meticulous and ran deep.

So, Re'Kha had some suspicion that one of her men went undetected even under the scrutinising radar of Burmat Re'Shi. So, using the advantages of her Wind Qi perception, Re'Kha wished to help him.

She wished to talk and chat with him, reminiscing old times. But, this wasn't the appropriate situation for that. She was currently in hiding, and there ought to have been a lot of eyes trained on Burmat Re'Shi.

Re'Kha focused on the eyes of the people seated in the restaurant, trailing past their gases, their body language, and their conversation. She snooped around the conversations of other people, listening for any evidence she could find.

"The young master looks so lonely. He seems to have lost weight recently."

"Shush, don't speak aloud. He might hear us?"

"Are you mad, we are sitting so far away. Even if we were to talk normally, he wouldn't hear anything. And besides, he's been visiting this restaurant every day."

"From what I heard, this place shares the same name as that…lady."

"Ahh, her. She was really pretty. It's a sad fate she ended up that way."

"The young master wanted to clear his mind by visiting this auction. But, it seems he still cannot get her out of his head."

"Well, if I had someone that pretty by my side, I wouldn't be able to forget her either."

"As if, have you looked at your face?"

"Damn you, what is wrong with my face?"

Re'Kha frowned, the conversation she randomly spied on was about her. She then focused on another table as her frown deepened.

"Are you sure the young master is waiting for someone?"

"He's just becoming insane these days. Burkurel Re'Kha is dead. Lady Re'Kya said it personally."

"Still, there is a chance he could be planning something. He might even blame everything on Lady Re'Kya and might be planning to do something to her. We cannot rule out that possibility."

Re'Kha snooped around another table, hearing some conversations about her and Re'Shi from time to time. Only now did she notice that everyone on the first floor of the restaurant was talking about similar things.

They were all hushed about it; even the servants that moved about delivering food didn't hear their conversations. Only thanks to her Wind Qi perception was Re'Kha able to hear it. She then focused on the figure of Burmat Re'Shi as her eyes emitted killing intent.

At first, she was fooled into thinking it was him, thanks to the exact same physique and facial structure he shared. But, she was unable to feel any sense of familiarity from him now that she took a closer look.

After all, when he saved her before, Re'Kha remembered the connection she felt with his Pranic Avatar. So, it was strange she didn't feel the same now.

Re'Kha didn't immediately leave the restaurant, for she had just stepped in its entrance. It would look odd if she exited now, for she could feel some gazes on her. Thankfully, it was because of her getup. Re'Kha had her face mostly covered, save for her nose and mouth.

Unless it was her father or mother, no one would be able to recognise it was her through this alone. The reason people shot glances her way was because she had her eyes and Tikka jewellery covered.

The restaurant only had the ground and first floor. And, it seemed the entirety of the first floor had been occupied by the people tailing after Burmat Re'Shi.

'Now, where have you gone?' Re'Kha made a sweep around the restaurant, failing to find anyone close to her. She then felt something strange, noticing something amiss as she felt a sense of familiarity with the lady behind the reception counter.

The lady behind the counter dwarfed her. She was tall, and supposedly pretty, judging by the looks she was getting from the passer-by. Upon seeing Re'Kha, she beckoned her with a smile, "What shall I get for you, my lady?"

Her action, her posture, her smile, and her mimicked voice, Re'Kha reined in her laughter, controlling herself as she applauded in her mind. 'Brilliant! That was a good one!'

"Well…" Re'Kha smiled, acting like a spoiled aristocrat as she looked at the tall lady from head to toe in a lecherous manner, "I was supposed to accompany a friend to a meal today. But, something came up and she was unable to make it. Why don't you take her place? My treat!"

The lady behind the counter looked troubled, hesitating as she noticed the restaurant owner walking towards them, intending to mediate and prevent the situation from escalating further. A lot of aristocrats behaved wrongly with people, especially with beautiful people, men and women included. So, he was experienced in these affairs, knowing what to do to ensure the aristocrats wouldn't be offended.

Though, just when he was about to mediate, the tall woman made a subtle action with her hand, implying that she had the situation under control. The restaurant owner nodded and gazed from afar, intending to step in the moment something turned amiss.

The tall lady smiled as she looked at Re'Kha, performing a formal bow. "It would be my pleasure, my lady. How may I address you?"

"You can call me Re'Luk." Re'Kha smiled, watching the lady behind the counter lead her towards a secluded table on the ground floor, away from the auditory range of the crowd.

"Are you fine with our VIP table, my lady?" The tall lady smiled.

"Of course," Re'Kha chuckled.