Zhang You was frantic. Less than half an hour after the Dragon King had left, he began to feel a tightness in his chest and waves of panic. A light press against his chest brought pain; layer upon layer of cold sweat beaded on his palms, impossible to wipe away, while his temples throbbed violently and his head buzzed with pain.
He knew these were signs of poisoning.
If he'd known more about the various powers in Jade City, he might have asked Golden Peng Fortress for help. But in his eyes, the entire Western Regions was a pot of porridge boiling over, let alone little Jade City. So he waited cautiously, sending someone to ask whether the Dragon King was around as soon as day broke.
Over the next two days, he made inquiries more than a dozen times. On the last day in particular, as the symptoms of poisoning grew more pronounced, Zhang You paced frantically back and forth in his tent. When he learned that afternoon that the Dragon King had returned and wanted to meet him, he nearly wept with joy.
This was his third time meeting the Dragon King. The impression of icy cruelty had become indelible, and at the sight of that slightly pale face, Zhang You couldn't help trembling.
The Dragon King's tent was spacious, but there was little furniture inside, leaving a broad expanse of empty floor where a fight could break out at any moment. It felt as cold as its owner, and Zhang You felt he understood the Dragon King a little better.
"I've been waiting for the Dragon King for a long time."
"Mm." Gu Shenwei sat upright on the low couch, studying the fawning eunuch a few steps away. Never underestimate anyone—that was a lesson he'd learned over