Chapter 165 - Your Ten-year Limit
Duanmu Sheng did not continue. He did not understand his master’s temper nor did he know how his master felt about Old Eighth. He had already done his part by faithfully conveying Old Seventh’s message to his master.
Little Yuan’er said, “Master, Eighth Senior Brother’s cultivation base is similar to mine… If the Clarity Sect makes a move, I think he’ll be chopped to death!”
Little Yuan’er’s choice of words made Lu Zhou feel slightly speechless.
Duanmu Sheng said, “He won’t die that easily.”
Zhu Honggong was an Evil Sky Pavilion’s disciple. With his cultivation base, he would have died a long time ago if he was so easily killed. He would not have stayed alive until this day.
There was also a possibility that Si Wuya sent this letter to try and get rid of his opponent by using the Evil Sky Pavilion. Regardless of his motives, if Lu Zhou was not bothered, there was nothing Si Wuya could do.
Duanmu Sheng and Little Yuan’er remained tactful when they saw their master’s attitude toward the matter. They no longer spoke about the matter and stood obediently and respectfully at the side.
Lu Zhou shifted his gaze back to Leng Luo who was resting against the wall in the corner. He said, “Leng Luo, Mo Li’s cunning and scheming… She’s hiding deep in the palace. Since you hate her, you should kill her with your own hands.” After he finished speaking, he left the north pavilion.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and shook his head. “Everyone’s waiting for me to die…”
“Master, I don’t dare to have such thoughts,” Little Yuan’er said.
“Send word to Jiang Aijian. Tell him, since there’s a ten-year limit, this partnership will be dissolved once I die!”
“Mhm, I’ll write to him right away.”
Little Yuan’er sent Lu Zhou’s message out in no time at all.
However, to their surprise, early the next morning, Jiang Aijian had replied to them.
“Nice one, Old Senior Ji. I don’t think it’ll only last for ten years… However, even if it goes on for 15 years, I still think it’s a worthy exchange for this good sword.
After reading the letter, Little Yuan’er cursed at his shamelessness again.
However, Lu Zhou seemed unperturbed. He stroked his beard and said, “Tell him that I’ve always taken promises very seriously and that I hate those who don’t the most.”
“Yes, master.”
After Little Yuan’er sent the letter, Lu Zhou mulled over the content of Jiang Aijian’s letter.
“Notify your Third and Fourth Senior Brothers. Tell them to take Wei Zhuoran with them…”
“What’re you planning to do this time, master?” Little Yuan’er was intrigued.
“Someone’s in a hurry to reincarnate. Naturally, I’m more than willing to fulfill his wish…”
Although Little Yuan’er did not understand this, she nodded anyway. She immediately ran out.
…
Meanwhile, in a cottage at the center of Bluesun Lake.
The cottage was clean and elegant. Apart from a wooden bridge that led to the center of the lake, it was surrounded by water.
A graceful lady next to Wei Zhuoyan asked, “General, can Wei Zhuoran… fool that old villain?”
Wei Zhuoyan was reclining on a wooden armchair, rocking it back and forth. He enjoyed the sunlight as he said, “Since Wei Zhuoran has a death wish, and you’ve trained him well, there won’t be a huge problem… I have nothing to lose even if Wei Zhuoran fails to fool the old villain.”