Chapter 904 — Laying My Cards on the Table with the Young Mistress
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"You make it sound so simple?" Wei Zhao did not know what to say to the old man's words. In Wei Lao Zhang's eyes, training the external arts seemed as easy as turning over a hand — one moment and you would reach the peak. But was that really possible?
"And what else could I say? Tell you there's no hope and to go home and farm?" Wei Lao Zhang rolled his eyes. "Look at your master — didn't he train the external arts first and the internal arts after, and become a master of both?"
"Both..." Wei Zhao instantly broke into a sweat. The old man's way with words was truly formidable!
"Anyway, that's all I have to say. You mull it over yourself," Wei Lao Zhang said. "Look at Er Gou Dan — he counts as an external-arts expert, doesn't he? Doesn't he look pretty badass?"
"Is that... replicable? That medicinal liquid — do you still have any?" Wei Zhao rolled his eyes right back.
"No!" Wei Lao Zhang said flatly. "But I can try to brew up another batch. If it kills you, though, don't come complaining to me."
"..." Wei Zhao was left utterly without temper by the old man, though his mood had improved a good deal. "Fine, old man. I'll pack up my things and head back. Once I'm home, I'll think of something!"
"Mm... it's best that you can look on the bright side. All roads lead to Rome!" Wei Lao Zhang said. "And if it really comes to nothing, have Er Gou Dan accompany you through the jianghu later on. Let him be your close-body guard, while you play the part of a foppish young lord. That's pretty badass too!"
"..." Wei Zhao hung up the phone outright.
Even so, Wei Zhao had already made his decision: he was going home.
True, it had been only a little over a month since he came to Songshan City, yet he had met so many people here... This stretch of his life was precious beyond measure, enough for him to remember for the rest of his days.
There was Tang Zhi — pure and beautiful, with a strength of character to match; the young mistress, cold on the outside but warm within, who always understood people's hearts; the lively, adorable, quirky little Shen Yushu... and that silly girl Qiu Lingshan, who used to oppose him at every turn and now obeyed him so obediently... and Guan Xin, Feng Xiaoxiao, Wang Xinyan, Sun Jingyan...
Would these people become mere passersby in this chapter of his life?
Kang... , Lai the fatty, Yang Huaijun, and Guan Xuewen — after he left, where would they go? What would become of them?
No wonder the old man had said that once this mission was complete, he could retire in ease. Before, Wei Zhao had thought this mission simple and easy. Now it seemed that was not the case at all!
Sitting in the familiar villa, Wei Zhao felt a touch of sorrow. Perhaps tomorrow, he would be leaving...
Wei Zhao thought of a poem: Softly I depart, as softly I came; I flick my sleeves, and take not a wisp of cloud away.
Wei Zhao felt it was time to lay his cards on the table with the young mistress. Some things had to be said! While the enemy had not yet realized his strength was gone, Wei Zhao had to make his preparations as quickly as possible.
In the evening, the young mistress, Shen Yushu, and Tang Zhi all woke and came downstairs, only to see Wei Zhao lying on the sofa watching television, quite at his leisure. The unease the three had been holding in their hearts loosened at once, and their spirits lifted considerably.
"Wei Zhao, you're all right now?" Gu Mengyao and Tang Zhi were both delighted.
"Mm, the injuries on my body are no longer a problem..." Wei Zhao spoke only of his bodily injuries, saying nothing about his strength. That matter he would speak of separately, with the young mistress and Tang Zhi each on their own.
"That's good..." Tang Zhi nodded. "Is there anything you'd like to eat? I can make it for you?"