"You didn't know where to put it, so you carried it back and dumped it here with me?"
At Yulin Academy, Wang Wenxu was still awake late at night, "practicing calligraphy," when Xiang Yuan pounded open the front gates. After hearing the whole story, he stared blankly at the zombie propped against the wall, utterly speechless.
This was an academy. Its master cultivated vast righteous qi. Was it appropriate to have a zombie standing here?
"Xiang Yuan, do you think this is appropriate?"
"Though you have wronged me, sir, I cannot find anyone more worthy of trust than you. So... I came." Xiang Yuan turned his head aside. By the end, his voice had become so soft it was almost inaudible.
Having received the goddess—ptui, having received Xiang Yuan's approval, Wang Wenxu immediately changed his tune. "Appropriate. Nothing could be more appropriate. Let me take a look and see what is going on with this zombie."
"Thank you, sir."
Xiang Yuan answered calmly, still neither humble nor overbearing, neither close nor distant, neither cold nor warm.
Wang Wenxu ate that up. Give him a little kindness—no need for much—and he worked all the harder.
Watching from the side, Xiang Yuan asked curiously, "Sir, this corpse was hidden deep within a great tomb. The false burial chamber above it, meant to fool the eye, was built during the Upper Zhou period. There was no epitaph near the stone coffin. Can you guess who this person was?"
This zombie was outrageously powerful. It had no intelligence and acted entirely on bodily instinct, yet relying on nothing but its divine ability of bronze skin and iron bones, it had beaten Xiang Yuan until he could not fight back at all. Xiang Yuan had only drained its power after using up an entire roomful