After explaining things to Mu Nujiao and promising he would rejoin the team soon, Zhou Sining boarded a flight home.
His exhaustion had eased considerably. After another two days of rest, he would be back on his feet.
But this had taught him a lesson: until his soul fully recovered, he absolutely could not use Crimson Blade: Burning Heaven again.
On the plane, Han Ji sat beside Zhou Sining.
"I'll deal with the Lu Family. Getting them to apologize to you in person may be difficult right now, but material compensation is much simpler... Do you have any particular requests? An amount of money, certain resources, anything like that?" Han Ji asked.
"Anything's fine. I'll leave it to you. It's not like I'm short on money or resources..." Zhou Sining said. He didn't much care.
A life for a life. Lu Yilin was dead. As long as the Lu Family didn't go out of its way to provoke him, Zhou Sining wouldn't take it out on the whole family.
"All right... Oh, you may need to stay in the country for a while. Will you go back to the Ancient Capital or head to Magic City?" Han Ji asked.
Zhou Sining thought for a moment. "Can I join the National Pavilion Team? I want to have some fun."
The Ancient Capital was free of its Undead scourge now. The Undead were staying quietly underground, so he couldn't earn Life Points by going back. Digging up people's ancestral graves sounded even less appealing.
He might as well go to Magic City.
Mo Fan, Ling Ling, Ai Tutu, and his future in-laws were all there. He wouldn't be bored.
"That's fine. I'll speak to Feng Li and the others. Just report to the National Pavilion," Han Ji said. Then, still uneasy, he