Chapter 81: The Confucian Sage’s Bamboo Slip of Sacred Words
“This…” Fang Xun hesitated.
“What, Junior Brother Fang? Can’t bear to part with him?” Zhao Cheng narrowed his eyes as he stared at him.
Fang Xun shook his head and let out a faint, self-mocking chuckle.
“My original purpose in taking on a disciple was to serve the sect. How could there be any question of reluctance? It’s only that… I still have a few concerns.”
“Speak freely.”
“You said it yourself earlier, Brother Zhao. Once inside the Imperial Mausoleum’s sealed burial grounds, one may enter, but never leave. Even if my disciple successfully makes it inside and finds Lu Tinglan’s armor, how is he supposed to send it back out?”
“And besides, while my disciple is by nature loyal and honest, sending him into a death trap like the Imperial Mausoleum’s burial grounds is inevitably…”
Zhao Cheng waved a hand dismissively.
“Rest assured, Junior Brother Fang. Since I came to find you, I naturally made full preparations.”