A New Face, a New Life (Asking for Monthly Votes) "Are you insane!?"
"Shh!"
Yi Zhiyu clapped a hand over Yi Zhiheng's mouth and warily scanned their surroundings.
"They just fell asleep!"
The river surged and roared. The other two skiffs bobbed coldly, ropes linking bow to stern. The silence was unnerving.
Yi Zhiheng's heart pounded. He took a rough breath and licked his lips. "How could you have such an idea? Do you know the consequences?"
"I know. How could I not? At worst, they'll skin us and feed us to the fish, pull out our tendons and dig out our bones. But I want to rise!" Yi Zhiyu grabbed the half-empty Meat Paste Jar and pressed it before Yi Zhiheng. "I don't want to spend my whole life on the water, being a Tank People lower than fishermen! Eating this frozen Pork Lard Residue and raw fish crawling with Long Insects every day! Living as a lowly horse!"
Yi Zhiheng stared at the meat jar.
"There are plenty of cultivation arts and martial techniques in the sect, all of them the essence of the former Great Qian imperial family. If we stay, one of them might..."
"Is that possible?" Yi Zhiyu interrupted coldly, viciously grabbing his companion by the collar. "Could it ever be our turn? I shouldn't have to remind you, you lowly horse—I'm already twenty-four, and you're twenty-five! Liang Qu, hailed as a Da Shun prodigy and the same age as the two of us, is already a Perfected Elephant Grandmaster! He's at the same level as the Yi Family Old Ancestor!"
Yi Zhiheng stood there blankly.
Though his name contained the character for wisdom, Yi Zhiyu was usually a laughing, boorish, savage bastard, occasionally so irritating that people wanted to punch him.
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