The Coward King said, "Indeed. With the strength of Zhou Xuanshan of the yellow brows and beard, he couldn't possibly be unaware of the matter between the Prince of Chu and Li Qingxian. Even if he doesn't serve at court and stands outside worldly affairs, he should still avoid any appearance of involvement. Yet he called at the door deep in the night. Could he be representing the Mountain Fate Sect's stance?"
"This subordinate isn't afraid of whatever stance the Mountain Fate Sect takes. It's just that thinking of Zhou Xuanshan's status as a Grand Fate Arts Master sends a chill down my back."
"Yes. A first-rank Grand Fate Arts Master could well be said to reckon the fates of all living souls."
The Coward King washed his hands, sat down in his chair, closed his eyes, and began to snore.
"Hrr... hrr..."
Everyone stood motionless, waiting in silence.
The last person who had disturbed the Coward King's thinking had been slapped into meat paste.
After a long while, the Coward King stopped snoring.
His subordinates watched carefully, but with his eyes buried in folds of flesh, they couldn't tell whether he had opened them.
The Coward King said slowly, "Attend me. Take me to Chunfeng Residence."
"Ah? As you command!"
Everyone immediately busied themselves, lifting the Coward King's enormous enchanted recliner and slowly carrying it outside.
Beyond the door, Jian Yuancang, the Night Guard's right deputy commander, rushed in. On seeing the Coward King, he hurriedly said, "This subordinate, Jian Yuancang, pays his respects to the commander."
"Hmm?" The Coward King regarded Jian Yuancang coolly.
It was precisely because Jian Yuancang had wanted to demolish Chunfeng Residence that the Coward King's relationship with Li Qingxian and the other Night Guards had grown increasingly strained. Zhang Fugui and Song Yanxue