Lin Chusheng was the grandson of an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and his status was far beyond He Jingui's. If He Jingui could curry favor with someone like him, he would gain another protective talisman.
Thus, he had made up his mind: while Lin Chusheng was in Mist City, he would make certain to satisfy him.
But when Liang Butong spoke of the two sides going to war, he could not help feeling apprehensive.
"Deputy Hall Master He, just go ahead. You needn't worry about anything. I believe the Five Fists Sect will still show me some respect. I'll bear all the consequences," Lin Chusheng said.
How could Lin Chusheng not know what He Jingui was thinking? The man was as timid as a mouse, afraid to move either head or tail.
But He Jingui was no fool, either. He could wait on Lin Chusheng with fine food and drink, but he still dared not do anything that would truly set the two sides at war.
He Jingui would not stake his life and fortune and throw all caution to the winds over a single remark from Lin Chusheng. If he let his head grow hot and truly did as Lin Chusheng said, he would certainly be the one bearing the consequences. When Lin Chusheng dusted off his backside and left, utter disaster would await him.
"Liang Butong, you're certainly working yourself to death for them. Just how many benefits has the Imperial Court given you? Do you think I'm afraid of you? Don't slap away the respect you're offered!" He Jingui barked.
Clearly, he dared not truly tear away all pretense of civility, but he still had to shout some abuse. Otherwise, he would have no way to account for himself to Lin Chusheng.
"He Jingui, you're