Rat Monk wasn't dead. Not only was the Shang Family surprised, but Yan Qing was surprised as well.
Last night, he had first narrowly escaped the Foundation Establishment Herald, then suffered excruciating torment from the human-machine verification in the secret vault. After returning, he still had to outwit the other thieves. He had barely stuffed himself full before falling into a deep sleep. Today, he'd been woken by the urge to pee, only then remembering that he had left Rat Monk behind in Jiangnan City the previous night.
But it wasn't intentional. After all, Black Wolf White Fox had said they hadn't encountered the monk beside Shang Xuanwen, while Yan Qing's order to Rat Monk had been to follow Shang Xuanwen at all costs. Thus, the moment he received the message, Yan Qing had assumed that Rat Monk had probably died.
When he opened the Game Console and discovered that Rat Monk's account hadn't even been deleted, his first reaction was confusion. Had the automatic evolution program he compiled malfunctioned? Or had the AI launched a rebellion? Otherwise, according to Yan Qing's orders, Rat Monk would have crawled to Shang Xuanwen's side if necessary... In Rat Monk's programming, protecting Shang Xuanwen came first, tricking him out of the Relying on Heaven Sword came second, and Yan Qing—the account that had only just been alive for three days—came third.
When Yan Qing opened the battle records, he realized that he really had wronged the new account.
"Rat Monk wasn't in the alley you mentioned, Father. By the time we rushed over, he was already nearly out of General's Stage Street, several hundred paces from the alley."
Rat Monk hadn't been sleeping in his room. Instead, he was lying in a far more spacious and imposing residence. The room was packed with