"Why? Your legs are your own. Who would dare stop you!"
Xie Huizhou could not understand it. If Zhang Lanhe truly wanted to leave, who could stop someone who held no one in regard? In a flash, he thought of the story about the suppression.
"Don't tell me the story about a white snake being suppressed in the Capital City is true? Someone trapped you in the Capital City."
If this rumor was true, things would be difficult. With even his true body here, Xie Huizhou would have no way of taking him away.
The thought that the spirited Zhang Lanhe could not escape his original fate made him anxious.
Zhang Lanhe nodded. "It's true. The folk legends didn't come out of nowhere."
How could he not want to leave? He used his own fortune to keep the dynasty running while bearing its karmic burden alone. He was on the verge of turning from a spirit snake into a snake steeped in sin.
"Tell me about your past. I want to know more." Xie Huizhou did not want to know nothing about Zhang Lanhe. He wanted to learn more. "Trust me. I'll find a way to save you."
Xie Huizhou himself had escaped his original path to death. Why couldn't Zhang Lanhe?
There could not be dead ends everywhere. He would find Zhang Lanhe a chance to survive.
Both of them were searching for a sliver of hope for the other, who was headed toward death, however difficult it might be.
Zhang Lanhe gave him a rough account. It differed little from the legends Xie Huizhou had heard before; they could almost be called factual accounts.
Zhang Lanhe had been on a mountain called Guanjun Mountain from the moment he became conscious. He often turned into a little white snake