Lu Chengwen sighed. "Ritian, I'm truly hurt today."
"Why?"
"You're my brother!"
"Yeah."
"And yet you don't understand me at all."
"I... You're too shrewd. It's really hard to understand you!"
"Then that means you don't trust me."
"I do trust you."
"Then why did you come here with a kitchen knife?"
"I... I wanted to slice you a plate of sauced pork knuckle... and eat it with dipping oil..."
"Do you know what you did wrong?"
"I do."
"Go back and get some rest."
"Mm."
Zhao Ritian walked to the door, then suddenly felt something was off.
He scratched his temple with one finger, looked down at the kitchen knife in his hand, thought over what Lu Chengwen had just said, and was baffled.
He turned around. "Second Disciple Brother, something's not right, is it?"
"What now?"
Zhao Ritian walked back. "Look, isn't this what's going on? Although you... have your reasons, you really did collude with the Elder Council, didn't you? That part can't be fake! You really were making eyes at the enemy, right?"
Lu Chengwen sighed. "You're doubting me again?"
"No! Really not! I'm not doubting you. I just want to know... why do you sound so justified when you're mixed up with the enemy?"
Lu Chengwen looked at him. "Can I trust you?"
"Of course!"
"Can you keep your mouth shut?"
"A hundred times tighter than Long Aotian."
"You won't say a word even if you're beaten to death?"
"If I say one word, Long Aotian and I will die together right in front of you!"
Long Aotian shook his head. "Why do you have to drag me along every time you're going to die?"
Zhao Ritian froze. "I... I'm used to it. If I die, you'll be the strongest person in the world. I