After chatting a few more words, seeing that it was getting late, Hu Sanniang rose to take her leave.
Lu Chen saw her to the door.
"My Lord, Zhao Wuya watches you at every moment. If there is anything important you need to reveal in the future, remember: aside from temples, you must find a place where divine statues are enshrined. Only in such places can the secrets of Heaven be cut off, rendering Zhao Wuya's surveillance useless. That is also why I dared reveal the truth at your residence."
Lu Chen nodded. "Understood. If anything happens in the future, find a way to contact me yourself."
"Yes. Zhao Wuya will not dare meet with you in the short term. During that time, he will certainly still need me to pass messages back and forth. That gives me a ready-made excuse."
As if suddenly recalling something, Lu Chen changed the subject. "By the way, if Li City God borrowed Zhao Wanliang's sixty years of lifespan, and Zhao Wanliang has now undergone such a drastic change in temperament, becoming exceptionally violent, then he must harbor resentment toward Zhao Wuya as well, right?"
"That should be the case." Hu Sanniang sighed softly. "Zhao Wanliang used to be a kind-hearted child, but after suffering such a drastic upheaval, it is only natural that his temperament twisted. The relationship between that grandfather and grandson... is truly subtle. They are blood relatives, yet they have forged a deep hatred between them. In your mortal terms, it is utterly tangled and twisted."
After learning the reason behind it all, Lu Chen could not help feeling a faint trace of sympathy for Zhao Wanliang.
Having sixty years of his lifespan sacrificed by his own grandfather—anyone would have a reason to turn dark.
He took a deep breath