However, sotis, I also hope…"
The words stopped here.
In fact, this was Ji Chengjue revealing his true thoughts to the Eldest Prince;
Like real ironclad friends from the common folk, it takes shared experiences to build that bond; knowing each other's scandals and secrets keeps the connection long-lasting.
The Eldest Prince was not angry,
He just helplessly spat out two words:
"Be careful."
Imdiately after, the Eldest Prince seed to have thought of sothing and spoke:
"You ntioned earlier that the Ministry of Revenue prioritizes funds and provisions for Snow Sea Customs?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you afraid of arousing suspicion?"
Ji Chengjue smiled,
And said:
"Our father is simply too proud. Whoever I wish to win over, he will be even more generous in winning them over. The more I treat Zheng Fan well, the more benefits Father will give.
Besides, just because I kept a low profile before, didn't an no one suspected ?
Brother,
To speak from the heart,
Sotis I wish Father hadn't liked so much when I was little, or said that I was like him;
Then,
At least I could have learned from Old Fifth, just peacefully doing so carpentry work;
Watching you all fight until your brains burst,
Wouldn't that be delightful?"
...
Inside the coffin stood Shatuo Queshi.
Outside the tent stood Tian Wujing.
One was the forr Left Valley King of the barbarian tribe,
The other was now the Prince Jingnan of Yan;
One had been dead for a long ti,
The other was still alive.
If back then, Shatuo Queshi hadn't died in battle in front of the Earl of North Border's mansion for the Shatuo clan's matters, they might have t on the Yan and Barbarians battlefield later on.
But due to the whims of fate,
Their first eting,
Occurred in such a situation,
And the only witness was a baby in a crib.
Tian Wujing wasn't too shocked by Shatuo Queshi's appearance; long ago, in Shengle City, he had sensed a special aura in Zheng Fan's general's residence.
In fact, the Sword Saint had also detected it.
When their cultivation reaches their level, they naturally develop a certain sensitivity with their surroundings, and Shatuo Queshi, being a large zombie, could not completely mask his presence even at close range, which their level of experts could sense with their sixth sense.
Tian Wujing didn't know Shatuo Queshi,
But that didn't stop the Prince Jingnan from guessing it on his own.
"The forr Left Valley King of the barbarians died in battle at the Earl of North Border's gate, his corpse empowered by the tribe's rituals eventually escaped.
The world assus this flesh should have returned to the barbarian Royal Court,
Unexpectedly,
It's here,
In this guy's hands."
Tian Wujing spoke with a smile at the corner of his lips.
He didn't mind Zheng Fan having secrets; the greater potential soone has, the more secrets they hold, and the more things they can rely on.
Tian Wujing had always been lenient with Zheng Fan.
Shatuo Queshi remained silent, offered no greeting; he just stood there quietly watching Tian Wujing.
"Left Valley King."
Tian Wujing spoke out the other's identity, aware that the figure was likely here to protect soone.
In other words, Zheng Fan's decision to let such a figure protect his son shows profound thought and highlights the importance Zheng Fan placed on his godson.
However,
As Tian Wujing took a step forward,
Shatuo Queshi's eyes widened slightly, and his aura imdiately locked onto Tian Wujing.
Desert rituals have always been prevalent in corpse refinent, a technique once popularly spread among Chu region's shamans too; Tian Wujing knew, such beings, though "reborn," would seem naïve.
But having co all this way, he couldn't just leave now.
Because he didn't know when he would get another chance to see his son if he missed this one.
So,
Tian Wujing took another step.
"Buzz!"
Shatuo Queshi moved,
His figure vanished from the coffin,
Appearing in front of Tian Wujing,
A fist,
Punching directly at Tian Wujing's face!
With the zombie's physical strength combined with his original third-rank martial cultivator's body, perhaps in terms of realm, Shatuo Queshi was no longer third-rank, but purely in terms of physical prowess, he was stronger than an ordinary fourth-rank martial cultivator!
Tian Wujing's eyes focused,
Raised his hand.
"Buzz!"
A muffled sound reverberated.
Tian Wujing caught Shatuo Queshi's punch with his left palm.
His white hair flowed backward with the air current,
Yet his stance remained unmoved.
Most importantly,
Shatuo Queshi, being a zombie, dared not create too much commotion for, sowhere in the heavens, he could feel a pair of eyes watching him.
This was also why Mo Wan usually kept a low profile,
Because as such a sinister being,
Carelessness could easily lead to being struck by lightning.
anwhile, Tian Wujing didn't want to make a big scene; he rely wished for a quiet mont to see his son.
So,
The first exchange between the two,
Did not cause a major disturbance; it started like thunder, yet ended like a gentle spring breeze.
But being able to catch Shatuo Queshi's punch in such an effortless manner was astonishing nonetheless.
However, Shatuo Queshi's onslaught wasn't over.
In life, he dared to stand alone before thousands of Northern Earl's cavalry without fear;
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