Remembering the Zhennan Hou behind the curtains, the Fatty felt more and more that Jiang Cheng had a point. Back then, they had assumed from the start that the Zhennan Hou was gravely ill. But thinking about it now, how could someone so ambitious have turned down the temptation of taking on disciples?
If that was true, then something very delicate must have happened that night on Spring God Lake between General Guo and the others, the Zhennan Hou, and the Zhennan Hou's wife. In any case, it definitely hadn't happened the way the Zhennan Hou had described. There had to be more to it.
The more the Fatty thought about it, the heavier his head felt. It was a strange sensation, like sinking into a swamp—the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. His shoulder also throbbed faintly, accompanied by an indescribable chill, as if someone were blowing cold air at the back of his neck and shoulders.
Seeing the Fatty rubbing his shoulder, Jiang Cheng asked casually, "How are you feeling? Is something bothering you?"
The Fatty grimaced. "My shoulder feels cold. Maybe it's because I carried that thing on my back for half the night yesterday and got chilled. Even the spaces between my bones ache."
Even now, when he recalled the sight he'd seen after turning his head last night, the Fatty's legs still cramped up. Especially since it had taken Jiang Cheng and Li Bai helping him break Gao Yanqing's fingers before they could finally separate the two.
Worried the Fatty might dwell on it, Jiang Cheng smoothly changed the subject. They walked and talked along the way, asking a few passersby for directions, until they finally reached the western part of the city and found the place called Wu Family Lane.
Only after arriving