Zhao Yi: "Show some decency."
Tan Wenbin: "Where's that kid Chen Jing?"
Zhao Yi: "He's at home soaking in a blood bath to stimulate his bloodline. Sun Yan and Xu Ming are keeping an eye on him. Aren't you planning to deal with the Lu Family? I've got the Liang Sisters here, it's more than enough."
Tan Wenbin nodded; he'd seen the strength of the Liang Sisters before.
For a massacre, you just need enough power to forcefully push through. Even if there are some survivors... the Chen Family, who've been bullied for too long, will handle the hunt.
Zhao Yi: "Is there anything fun in Nantong? This is my first time here; you can be my tour guide."
Tan Wenbin: "Being a tour guide in Nantong is like opening a bathhouse in the Sahara."
Zhao Yi: "There's some local specialty, right?"
Tan Wenbin: "You could take home some educational materials for those in your family who have no talent for cultivation."
Zhao Yi: "How did you end up born in such a dull place?"
Tan Wenbin: "As if rebirth is something I could choose?"
Zhao Yi: "With high methods and willingness to pay the price, you truly can choose."
Tan Wenbin: "It doesn't concern me then."
Zhao Yi: "Actually, there's another reason why I didn't bring Chen Jing. I'm afraid he wouldn't get in."
Tan Wenbin: "That's not necessary; it's just a matter of greetings."
Zhao Yi: "The rules in this Nantong Territory, not something from the old lady, right?"
Tan Wenbin: "No."
Zhao Yi: "Introduce me?"
Tan Wenbin: "Of course."
Zhao Yi: "Is this pit deep?"
Tan Wenbin: "To be honest, that person only has meaningful conversations with Brother Xiao Yuan."
Zhao Yi: "I'm not far off."
Tan Wenbin: "Not the same; this is even harder than rebirth."
The car drove into Shinan Town, slowing down.
Zhao Yi extended his hand out the window, gesturing for his men to rein themselves in.
Entering the village road, then turning onto a path, the house at the end belongs to Li Sanjiang.
Zhao Yi: "You can stop here."
Driving up to the yard in one go was too thrilling, Mr. Zhao wanted to ease up first.
Tan Wenbin understood and parked the car.
After everyone got out, they started handling the luggage.
Old Tian pushed his wheelchair in a small loop on the path, saying some nonsense:
"Truly rural?"
The herb garden where he currently lived seemed more celestial than here.
The Liang Sisters looked at Zhao Yi while carrying things.
Zhao Yi focused on deep breathing.
Just as he adjusted himself, ready to move forward, Uncle Qin's figure appeared in the field opposite.
Uncle Qin stood there, hoe resting on his shoulder, drinking water.
Zhao Yi looked at Uncle Qin, his expression momentarily frozen.
Terror flashed in his eyes but soon faded, replaced by gratitude.
Indeed, the scene of three slashes and six holes still vivid, but Zhao Yi clearly remembered if it weren't for this person letting him go once, Zhao Yi... would have long been dead.
Traveling Jianghu for long, having experienced near-death injuries more times, it becomes clearer that as long as one life remains, everything else doesn't matter.
Zhao Yi respectfully saluted Uncle Qin.
Uncle Qin raised his large tea mug forward, reciprocating the gesture.
Mr. Tian lowered his head on the wheelchair, performing the Zhao family's external gate salute.
The Liang Sisters also set down their luggage; however, just as they prepared to salute, Uncle Qin turned around and continued weeding.
Zhao Yi went to pick out a gift, repackaged it, lifted it again, and said, "You all stay here; I'm going in alone."
Uncle Qin's intention was clear; since Jianghu people visit, the host goes in alone; his guards naturally have to stay outside.
Tan Wenbin led the way in front, Zhao Yi followed behind.
Nearing the yard, they saw a plainly dressed woman sitting askew on the rail shelling sunflower seeds.
The woman smiled with her brow and eyes, sizing up the approaching "stranger young person."
Zhao Yi set down the gift and paid his respects once more.
Though they'd never met, he could guess who she was.
The Qin and Liu Families had fallen, but they weren't without people. For a long time, Dragon King's Court kept appearances relying on two family-born children personally raised by the old lady.
These two rarely appeared in Jianghu, but every outing caused a major stir.
This time Zhao Yi's mouth twitched slightly as he saluted.
He knew if it had been this woman coming that night to the apology feast instead of Uncle Qin, he'd have no chance of surviving.
Aunt Liu asked: "Want some sunflower seeds?"
Zhao Yi shook his head, apologizing: "Recently I'm overheated, and blisters have formed."
Aunt Liu yawned, moving her gaze away, no longer watching him.
Zhao Yi followed Tan Wenbin up to the yard.
In the hall, Yin Meng was varnishing a coffin while Chen Lin, carrying a freshly mixed paint can, walked out from the storage room to the front of the house and saw Zhao Yi who had just walked up.
Chen Lin's face immediately tightened, body shuddered, hands loosened, and the can fell, paint splattering everywhere.
At this moment Chen Lin ignored it, her lips trembling: "Zhao... Zhao..."
Zhao Yi looked at the woman before him, eyes pondering, unable to recall any past interactions with her.
Tan Wenbin lifted his arm, lightly jabbed Zhao Yi, teased: "What, you bullied her once, watch out for getting hit."
Lin Shuyou was still clueless about romance; despite Chen Lin's active concern and approach, he hesitated and didn't know how to respond.
Yet if Zhao Yi had bullied Chen Lin... anyway, Lin Shuyou's perception of Zhao Yi, any excuse would delight him in beating Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi: "You all know how I was before; similar to when you were in a wheelchair earlier, in that state, would I have the mind to bully a young girl?"
