Zhu Ying was alive.
Though covered in blood and forced into hiding, he had survived ten days of pursuit from a Third Grade cultivator.
"I... survived."
Imperial City.
By the river.
He found the Muddy World Profound Robe, an immortal-like youth, fishing by the water.
"Understood."
"Watch my fishing rod for me."
Su Chen stood up, glanced at him, and stretched lazily.
"Lord Su, how do you plan to speak with the Cao Gang Leader on my behalf? He's one of the Liang People; even as tenth on the Celestial List, surely he'll show you some respect..."
Zhu Ying took the fishing rod and started fishing in Su Chen's place.
For the past year, he had learned to fend for himself, losing all trace of arrogance. He vaguely understood Su Chen's intentions—perhaps he was being tempered.
'Mediate?'
'Why go through all that trouble?'
'Just kill him.'
In the past ten days, he had investigated thoroughly.
