"That's how things are. I need the chainmail urgently, so I can't return it for now, but I promise it won't be lost."
Dasheng Pass, Wei Manor.
In the study, Lu Bei explained the whole story to Wei Mao, then thumped his chest and made a solemn promise. Lu Bei always kept his word: borrowed things would be returned, though the return date might be extended by just a tiny bit.
Rounded off, it was basically the same as borrowing it and returning it that very day.
Wei Mao tucked fifty thousand taels in Silver Notes into his robes without dwelling on the chainmail. Frowning, he said, "A centipede may die, but it still writhes; a thousand-year-old turtle may die, but its shell remains. The Qing Gan Kingdom fell eight hundred years ago, yet its remnants are deeply hidden and impossible to eradicate. Now a tomb belonging to a Royal Bloodline has suddenly appeared... This matter is far too suspicious. I advise you to think it through carefully before setting out."
"Cousin, don't worry. I'm afraid of everything, and death ranks first on that list. I won't risk my life." Lu Bei nodded in agreement.
"Risking your life is secondary. If the Qing Gan Remnants set their sights on you because of this matter, your good days will be over."
"We'll talk about that when the time comes. If things really go south, I'll just look around without going inside."
"I hope you do as you say."
Wei Mao gave Lu Bei a deep look before continuing, "Can the Demon Cultivator working with you be trusted?"
"She can be trusted halfway."
"Be careful. Don't let her use you as a weapon."
"Of course."
After parting from Snake Aunt, Lu Bei returned to the Feather Transformation Sect. He left behind