Meng Jingzhou had never been able to stand Emperor Xia. "You didn't say a word when you died, but now that you're back among the living, you sure have a lot to say."
Meng Jingzhou hadn't even said anything yet when the door banged open.
A strapping young man strode inside, carrying a hoe. Someone was tied to the other end, swaying back and forth.
"Hahaha! The business in Yu Province is settled. How are things going on your end, Jingzhou?"
Meng Jingzhou glared at the young man with the hoe. Had he and his grandfather planned this? Taking turns asking him questions.
"Get lost. What's there to brag about after beating a half-immortal?"
The young man with the hoe took one look at Meng Jingzhou's battered, bloodied state after an immortal's self-detonation and grinned. He hurried over to check on him.
"Good grief, Jingzhou, what happened to you? I remember you bragging that taking down the mere Grand Preceptor of Great Yu would be a piece of cake."
Meng Jingzhou waved a hand nonchalantly. "Oh, it just looks bad. They're all minor injuries, really. Doesn't hurt a bit. Old Jiang, you're way too easy to fool."
The young man with the hoe poked one of Meng Jingzhou's wounds. "Doesn't hurt?"
An immortal's self-detonation could even injure an immortal soul. The poke hurt so much that Meng Jingzhou nearly cried out.
But he couldn't lose face in front of Jiang Ping'an. He swallowed the word "hurt" and twisted his face into a grimace. "Doesn't hurt."
"Really doesn't hurt?"
The young man with the hoe poked him again, harder. Meng Jingzhou winced in pain and kicked Jiang Ping'an.
"Jiang Ping'an, that's enough!"
Jiang Ping'an toppled over, then got back up and walked over as if nothing had happened.
"You said it