"Lord Water is a true hero!" Huai Yi was also infected by Lord Water's spirit, and he seemed like a completely different person from the Huai Yi who had been hopping around and cursing earlier.
"Senior, your noble sacrifice earns my respect!" Jiang Cheng cupped his hands. At that moment, Lord Water couldn't help but inspire his admiration. With Lord Water joining them, their odds against the Old President had improved considerably.
Judging from the earlier battle, ordinary disciples—and even ordinary evils—were no match for the Old President. Only top-tier evils had any hope of fighting him.
Counting Lord Water, Wu, and the River Goddess, Jiang Cheng now had three top-tier evils at his side. If Wen Zhao, who had promised the Fatty his help, joined them as well, their team of four top-tier evils would be downright terrifying.
Lord Water nodded at Jiang Cheng. "Come here, young Jiang. I'll give you a token."
Jiang Cheng stepped forward, with Wu Yingying close behind. Seeing this, Lord Water couldn't help smiling wryly. "Young lady, don't worry. I keep my word. Even for my benefactor's sake, I wouldn't harm your sweetheart."
"What sweetheart? He's your brother-in-law!" Huai Yi shouted. "Don't worry, sister-in-law. Senior Lord Water is a man of his word."
At that, a blush spread across Wu Yingying's cheeks. The Fatty drew a deep breath at the sight. Language really was an art. Huai Yi looked like a sharp kid; no wonder he'd been stuck on the bus for so long without losing weight—in fact, he'd even gotten a little fatter. Calling Jiang Cheng "brother-in-law" was clearly what had kept him safe on the bus.
When Jiang Cheng reached Lord Water, Lord Water steeled himself and reached up to his head, apparently intending to pluck off another tender sprout. Jiang Cheng