Just as Chen Ping was carrying the gift-boxed cocoa beans he had brought from the Star Luo Empire Southern Border, planning to give Huo Yuhao, Nana, and the others a bag each so they would develop the good habit of drinking coffee to perk themselves up when work tired them out, he spotted Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan, who had just finished fighting as a team.
Yes, Chen Ping had lured Jing Ziyan into the Undead Demiplane too, though he really had not done it on purpose.
It was not as though he were some human trafficker. Over the past two years, he had only lured away a Silver Wolf King, a den of Golden Wolves, a Level 9 Soul Engineer, the sword fanatic Ji Juechen, and the pitiful people led by Nana who had sunk too deeply into the Holy Spirit Cult's mire to pull themselves free.
Ahem. Fine, perhaps the number of people-and beasts-Chen Ping had lured away during his two years in the Sun Moon Empire was just a tiny bit high, but he could at least guarantee that he really had not meant to lure Jing Ziyan into the Undead Demiplane as well.
If someone absolutely had to be held responsible for this, it ought to be that old geezer Jing Hongchen.
Chen Ping had no idea what that old geezer had told the silly woman. In any case, Jing Ziyan had somehow stumbled upon the conviction that Chen Ping was responsible for Ji Juechen's disappearance, and she insisted that he give her an explanation and an accounting.
Jing Hongchen had most likely intended for Jing Ziyan to pester Chen Ping, sticking to him like a stubborn medicinal plaster. Who knew? Perhaps Chen Ping would reveal where Ji Juechen had run off to after going on