Persian Old Trainer stared at Zhang Heng for a long while, making the latter touch his own face. "What?"
"You know that when I chose you as my successor, many people in the organization opposed it, but I still insisted on it, right?"
"Mm-hmm."
"But now I'm starting to wonder whether it was the right choice. It seems I never truly understood you. Every time I meet you, you reveal another side of yourself... a side I've never seen before. I never knew you were so skilled politically. Honestly, it scares me a little."
"What are you afraid of? You're retiring anyway. What happens afterward has nothing to do with you." Zhang Heng spoke leisurely.
"That's true." Persian Old Trainer seemed to relax, but his expression soon turned solemn again. "But if you ever do anything that betrays Blade of Balance, no matter where I am or how old I am, I'll come back. You'd better stay on guard every time you eat or sleep, because you never know when my dagger might slit your throat."
"Old people shouldn't get so worked up." Zhang Heng remained unfazed. "You know me. I joined Blade of Balance only for the books in its library."
"..."
Persian Old Trainer was speechless. "My eyes were blinded by your talent back then. If I'd known this would happen, I should have found someone else. Forget it. How long will it take you to settle things here?"
"If you mean Iron Shackles, it'll be resolved tonight. If you mean fixing the security situation here and getting Commodus's attention again, it'll take about two months." Zhang Heng calculated.
Persian Old Trainer was stunned. "You can consolidate all the forces here, big and small, in two months?"
"Not that quickly. The situation here is complicated. Even I'll need