Life was easily drunk away with a head-propping cup of wine; in this world, one had yet to meet a worthy opponent across the chessboard.
A lone city stood amid colored clouds. The entire White Emperor City was already empty save for Zheng Juzhong. Even the Glazed Pavilion had been thrown out of the city by Zheng Juzhong.
A junior brother had to heed his senior brother, after all. Liu Chicheng was helpless about it and did not dare utter a word of refusal. Still, he insisted on bidding his City Lord senior brother farewell in person before leaving. Seeing the teary-eyed Liu Chicheng, Zheng Juzhong sighed, recalling an old incident from years ago, neither too great nor too small. Zheng Juzhong rarely softened his heart, and so he appeared at the mountain gate and gave his junior brother in a pink Daoist robe several instructions. For instance, once outside, if he got into trouble, he should not casually invoke their master's name, lest the other party no longer dared to kill him.
Liu Chicheng immediately understood. He could not invoke their master's name; he could only invoke his senior brother's!
Zheng Juzhong waved a hand, signaling Liu Chicheng not to stand there being an eyesore.
Perhaps reluctant to leave, Liu Chicheng made conversation out of nothing and wished to confirm something through heart-speech. Exactly how many Fourteen Realms did his senior brother have?
As his junior brother, he naturally wished to believe it, yet truly did not dare believe it.
Zheng Juzhong smiled and asked in return, "How many do you want?" Liu Chicheng cautiously said that naturally, the more the better. Two were not too few, and three were not too many.
Liu Chicheng then asked whether his senior brother could go one step further. Zheng Juzhong saw