Fan Xian on the Move

"Why did I have to do anything?" Wu Zhu rarely asked such rhetorical questions. Ever since Fan Xian left Danzhou for the capital, he seemed to be even more mysterious, having never met up with Fan Xian until now.

Fan Xian became gloomy after realizing Wu Zhu was right. Even if Wu Zhu had helped raise Fan Xian, Fan Xian had no reason to demand anything in return. If anything, it was Fan Xian who was in Wu Zhu’s debt.

In response to Fan Xian’s silence, Wu Zhu said coolly, "I said this before; both Fei Jie and I have taught you for many years. If you can’t take care of small matters like this, it’s your problem, not ours."

"I only learned one of them was a level eight master afterwards. You also said before that my true power is level seven, but my abilities are level three. I shouldn’t be able to match that brute by any means." Fan Xian smiled uneasily. "You say it’s my problem, but don’t you mind me getting killed?"

"Did you die?" A rare second rhetorical question from Wu Zhu.