"You—you want it? I can give it back to you. She was the one who gave you that name, wasn't she?" Yan Che truly hadn't known at first, but after his great-grandfather died, he learned everything.
Every man for himself, and heaven and earth would destroy those who did not. He did not think his great-grandfather and the others had made the wrong choice back then; it was only that she had left a contingency behind and bound them within it instead.
"Thank you, but this humble monk has always kept his distance from things others have used."
Yan Che's face twisted viciously. "Then stay behind as a sacrifice for the river. I know you contacted a group of former rabble, but they—"
"Rabble?" Bushi considered it. "Indeed, that description is quite apt. The Water-Ripple Beast they promised to give this humble monk still hasn't been delivered."
"Water-Ripple Beast? Wasn't that hers—"
Bushi smiled. "Yes, it was once her contracted beast. I heard it could drive away evil and ward off calamity, so why didn't it drive away rotten seeds like you?"
Drive away evil and ward off calamity? Wasn't that pretty much the same as seeking fortune and avoiding disaster? Bian Chunchou thought of that adorable little furry beast that only knew how to sleep. It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?
He glanced at Chen Zui-Zui, who held her saber with a face full of righteous resolve. Where exactly had this fellow picked up that little beast?
"Words are useless. Bushi, since you have delivered yourself into our net today, surrender willingly. So many lives are at stake in Jingyuan City. They are also descendants of the believers once sheltered by your mother. You wouldn't want them to be swallowed up, left homeless and wandering, their lives