Su Chen stopped.
"Lord Su!"
The young child was overjoyed and started to follow.
Wind and snow fell.
Like Sword Qi, it formed a barrier between them.
"You possess strange bones and exceptional talent. This scroll of a Grandmaster's Method will be enough for you to protect yourself."
"That is the first reason."
"You were born precocious and are far too cunning. When Zhu Xiao died, you didn't show a hint of sadness. Instead, you were secretly pleased."
"You are young, but you're just like those emperors—no emotion in your eyes, only calculations of gain and loss. I don't like it."
"That is the second."
"As for the third, I will not keep anyone by my side to care for again. To grow attached only for them to die... it's better not to have started at all..."
"Of course."
"On this day every year, you may come find me in the Imperial City. If you are still alive, I will, for Zhang Gui's sake, grant you a Creation."
Su Chen left.
