A Lasting Peace, the Wellhead of Chaos

Zhang San had come from the ranks of Shanyin County yamen runners. It could be said that he had long since seen through every facet of human life and understood all too well the darkness and muddleheadedness within the government.

Because Zhang San himself had been part of that darkness. Su Che still remembered how Zhang San had taught that old madam of the Qi Household a lesson back in Shanyin County.

But times had changed, and so had people's mindsets.

Ever since he had followed Old Ox all over the country, especially after entering the rebel army, Zhang San's mindset had undergone some changes as well.

Overall, Old Ox felt that his brother had gradually transformed from the undercover agent sent out by the Imperial Demon Hunters into a textbook rebel.

"Of course, Brother San still has great respect for you, Young Master. But I think he sincerely wants to work for these rebels too."

Old Ox said Zhang San's injuries were not serious. It was only that ailments of the heart were difficult to cure, so he had simply taken to his bed these past few days.

"What do you think?"

Su Che asked.

Old Ox and Zhang San had in fact been like kites with snapped strings these past days. Ever since they had parted ways in the Yin-Yang Realm, they had walked down different paths.

Old Ox was easier to understand. He possessed a demon's self-awareness and knew the difference between himself and the countless ordinary people. But Zhang San was different. Zhang San was not some great demon who had cultivated in Mystic Mountain for years; he was merely an ordinary man.

Ordinary people had all sorts of thoughts. That was only natural.

"Send him back, so there won't be other trouble later."

Old Ox