Rules

What Jianghu rules were was something Old Man Mu and Tu Gou saw in completely different ways.

"Take one step back, and I'll take one step back. Both sides get something out of it. That's Jianghu rules."

"Heh-heh, bullshit. You take one step back, and what if I take one step forward? How do you know I'll definitely give ground just like you?"

"It doesn't matter. Rules aren't just between two people; they need the whole jianghu to uphold them. If you break the rules, you won't be able to make a living in the jianghu. Everyone will look down on you, and they'll all rise up against you."

"Heh. You think I've never been mobbed before? Look at me now—I'm still alive and kicking. Then look at you. You've kept the rules all these years, and your sister's got you under her thumb like a dog. By the way, where's that Dog Slaying Saber of yours? Why don't you use it anymore?"

"Senior Sister said that elders of reputable sects shouldn't be too bloodthirsty, so we gave up sabers and took up staffs. As for the benefits of following the rules, when you fall on hard times, plenty of people—even strangers—will help you. Unlike you, no one but the Dragon King would take you in."

"Take me in? You're saying the Dragon King took me in? Dragon King, tell him—haven't I been a tremendous help to you? I stayed here because I saw how eager the Dragon King was to recruit talent. The Unrivaled King begged and pleaded for me to join him, but I sternly refused..."

Tu Gou smiled without a word. He wasn't good at making decisions, but he wasn't stupid. When Old Man Mu's divine skills had been at their peak, perhaps some ambitious warlord might