Yu Funan and Zhang Jiucheng were on good terms personally, but he wouldn't give Lu Chengwen the time of day.
First, as the Yu Family's Head Butler, he had very high standards.
Never mind Lu Chengwen—even the patriarchs of the Zhang, Wang, Li, and Zhao families had to bow their heads a little in his presence.
In the provincial capital, there were very few people he considered worthy of his attention.
Ask around the ancient martial arts world. Once he gave his name and named the lord he served, what family or sect wouldn't treat him like an honored elder?
So, while Yu Funan's standing within the Yu Family wasn't particularly high, outsiders saw him as the equivalent of the emperor's most favored chief eunuch. ??
And Lu Chengwen?
A mere wealthy businessman. Just a man with money.
Second, nothing about the way Lu Chengwen carried himself resembled a heroic figure of the martial world or a man of importance.
He was the very picture of a lowlife punk. He couldn't even stand or sit properly, and he was always grinning, boasting, and sucking up...
That made Yu Funan look down on him all the more.
Seeing Lu Chengwen acting like that, Yu Funan took Zhang Jiucheng by the arm. "Brother Jiucheng, let's talk outside."
He pulled Zhang Jiucheng outside. "Brother Jiucheng, you've done me plenty of favors over the years. As the head of the Zhang Family, you've always shown me every consideration. Today, it's my turn to save your life."
"What's wrong?"
Yu Funan glanced around and shielded his mouth with one hand. "Lu Chengwen is a dead man. You can't keep associating with him."
"Oh? What exactly happened? Tell me, brother!"
Yu Funan worked up his courage. "What I'm about to tell you could cost me my