Perfect match up

"No, not at all, Judge Yang Qing," said Peng Zhen as he gently shook his head.

After the enormous favor Yang Qing had shown them—whether it was healing the injuries of the Tupelo tree that was at a critical stage in its cultivation, showing mercy to Peng Zhen and Cheng Yuan despite the scheme they pulled by borrowing the Order's hand to take care of the thorny Scarlet Blood Ghost Hands Syndicate member, or even giving Peng Zhen a blue-grade cultivation art to use in his sentence—any one of those things meant Peng Zhen owed a huge debt to Yang Qing.

Because of it, if Yang Qing had asked him for a favor that had a high chance of mortality, Peng Zhen would have gladly done it despite the risk, let alone agree to something as trivial as answering an impromptu call from him.

He had, after all, expected nothing less than life-altering consequences for the scheme they pulled, yet what he got in turn was mercy.