I, Jiang Li, Never Hold a Grudge

"You—you, how are you here?!" Ji Zhi trembled violently. Seeing Jiang Li here was even more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

The rain poured down in sheets, bringing a trace of coolness to Green City. But the chill in Ji Zhi's heart was far more than a trace.

"I told you long ago, what difficulty could the Time Dao possibly pose to me? Did you think I moved freely along the Time River through brute force?"

Jiang Li patted Ji Zhi's shoulder and consoled him. "Relax. We're classmates, after all. I won't do anything to you."

"My memory isn't very good. Look, it's been twelve years since you told Bai Hongtu that I was impersonating a Dao Sect Emissary. I'm almost over it."

"And the fact that you wrote, 'Brother Jiang, stop reading. You won't learn it,' on the first page of every book about the Time Dao—I'm almost over that too."

Ji Zhi trembled even harder after hearing this. Today, he would probably stain the Time River with blood.

Even his ancestors' blessings were useless.

Jiang Li raised a screen of light, blocking the rain outside it, then leisurely took out a little notebook and crossed out Ji Zhi's name.

Jiang Li put away the notebook, stretched, and swung his arms in a wide circle. "Time to settle our old scores and new grudges, Comrade Ji Zhi."

Ji Zhi shook like chaff in a sieve. "Didn't you say your memory wasn't good?"

Jiang Li grinned, revealing eight teeth as he closed in on Ji Zhi. "Did I? My memory isn't good. I forgot what I said before."

Ji Zhi backed away again and again in terror. "Don't do anything rash. This is Great Zhou. Beating people is against the law..."

"Can Great Zhou govern people from the future?"

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