After Wen Rui left, Zhang Peng looked at his master in confusion. This did not seem like his master's style. Unsure whether his master had other plans, he stepped closer and asked, "Master! Are you really going to let him leave here alone?" The unspoken meaning was clear: by the old rules, if his master found it inconvenient to play the villain, then Zhang Peng would shoulder the blame!
He was already used to taking the blame anyway and did not care about carrying one more burden. Take the matter of Immortal Sister Qionghua last time—Nong Zhu had nearly fallen out with him over it. But Zhang Peng now held great power in his hands, with the authority to kill or spare resting solely on his word. His million-strong army would move out the instant he gave the order. If Zhang Peng darkened his face, Nong Zhu could do nothing about it. After all, Zhang Peng was not Yue Qianchou, nor was he familiar with Nong Zhu. He would not casually give him the chance to curse him, point fingers at him, and order him about.
Zhang Peng had intended to immediately dispose of Wen Rui so long as Yue Qianchou said nothing. Yet Yue Qianchou, standing with his hands behind his back, thought of the Snow Emperor and his wife from Great Snow Mountain, who had gone their separate way from him. He gently shook his head and sighed. "Let him go! After all, we were acquaintances back in the mortal world. I don't want to throw away the last shred of old sentiment." He truly did not want to gain more and lose more. Moved by emotion, he had rarely been stirred to compassion.
Zhang Peng had been forged in battlefield slaughter and was used to living with