Su Che had no idea Ye Hu still thought about him so much. Even if he had known, he would have had no time to worry about it.
He was busy with something important.
"Don't be angry. I just didn't want you to win, that's all."
Kongkong'er, the old monkey, was crouched beside a stream in night clothes, scrubbing his face. Su Che sat beside him, also dressed for the night, with a battered longsword slung over his shoulder.
From a distance, they looked like a pair of down-on-their-luck bandits.
"You still couldn't use a trick like that. You caused me plenty of trouble."
Su Che was utterly at a loss with him.
A renowned elder and an Immortal Sword Cultivator, yet he had gone and hidden the Thunderstruck Wood in Princess Ning'an's bed. How could he be so unreliable?
Unless Su Che was a flower thief bold enough to charge straight into the inner palace and prey on empresses and princesses, how could he possibly have found it?
"But you got something out of it too, didn't you? Tell me, did the Void-Breathing Secret Art work or not?"
"It worked, but..."
"You got the benefit, and now you want to win this old man's dignity too? Do all the good things have to go to you?"
Kongkong'er folded his arms.
"Life isn't that generous."
"Senior, take a look at this."
"Now that you need a favor, you remember to call me senior. That fox of yours has a much sweeter tongue."
Kongkong'er looked at Su Che's hand. A mass of liquid hovered above it, tossing and swirling.
"Well, well. Six Desires Turbid Flow, and quite pure too."
Kongkong'er looked at Su Che. "Are you really going to become a flower thief, boy?"
"I fought someone earlier. She shed a