Du Yu and Zhang San stayed in the room, neither knowing what to say.
Some people from the stronghold had come by earlier to ask Zhang San about the Investiture of the Gods, but he had been unable to squeeze out a single word. The chief had just announced before everyone that Zhang Youren had died in battle. How could he dare contradict that verdict?
So no matter who asked, he said he was tired. After a few rounds of that, everyone left him alone.
"Zhang Zhen, why do you think that is?" Zhang San asked, propping his chin on his hand and looking out the window.
"Why is what?"
"Why did the chief say Zhang Youren died in battle?"
"What other reason could there be..." Du Yu now treated himself as nothing more than a petty bandit. That way, he did not need to think too deeply about anything, and the reasons behind everything became obvious. "The chief took the three of us out to join the army, but the one who became a god wasn't him. It was Zhang Youren. If Zhang Youren had been appointed some minor god, that would've been one thing, but he ended up becoming the ruler of all the gods. If I were the chief, I'd be too embarrassed to say it, too."
"But I think that's a good thing!" Zhang San said. "At least it proves that ordinary mortals like us have a chance to become immortals."
"It's good for us, but not necessarily for the chief." Du Yu shook his head. "The chief didn't become the ruler of all the gods. What does that tell us? It tells us Jiang Ziya doesn't approve of our chief's ability to manage people!"
"Huh?" Zhang San jumped in alarm.
"If the people in the