He Zhan stood before him, with no game in his hands and no intention of lighting a campfire.
"You won't even grant a dying man his last request. That's too cruel."
Su Ziye looked at him and spoke earnestly.
He Zhan spread his hands. "One piece of good news, and one piece of..."
"Bad," Su Ziye said.
"The bad news is there's no meat," He Zhan said. "The good news is that I happened to run into someone I know nearby."
Naturally, no one would believe that he could run into an acquaintance in such remote, wild mountains.
Su Ziye sighed. "You were still willing to stay and talk to me at a time like this. From that moment on, I knew you were waiting for someone."
He Zhan said apologetically, "I was worried you wouldn't accept it if I told you."
"I belong to the Evil Sect, not those old scholars of One-Thatch Studio who refuse to eat the enemy's grain."
Su Ziye said, "Let him come out. I've always been curious about what this friend of yours is like, too."
Someone emerged from behind a tree. He was probably no longer young, but his features were as youthful as a child's.
During the Chess Battle at the Plum Gathering that year, He Zhan had nearly persuaded De Se Se to switch sides with a single grilled fish.
Someone like him was bound to have many friends in the cultivation world.
There were many kinds of friends, too.
Fortunately for He Zhan, his two most famous friends were both true friends.
Interestingly, not only did these two friends not know each other, but their allegiances should have made them mortal enemies.
In the past, He Zhan would never have let the two meet, but today's circumstances were special.
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