He felt worried inside. After all, he quite liked Master Zhi Mi.
Nanli casually said, "Oh, he got beheaded."
Chu Shuo jolted, his voice cracking, "Wha... what?!"
Beheaded? He couldn't believe his ears. Instantly, tears welled up: "Wuwu, Master Zhi Mi, why didn't you listen to the advice and insisted on leaving the capital... Where is his grave? I'll go pay my respects and burn some paper for him..."
"Second Young Master, there's no need for that. I haven't gone to the Nether World; the paper you burn is of no use to me."
A cold voice echoed.
Chu Shuo, who had been wiping his tears with a handkerchief, froze upon hearing the voice. He slowly looked up.
There, sitting opposite him, was Master Zhi Mi—only he was headless, with his head resting in his hands.
Seeing Chu Shuo staring, he blinked: "Second Young Master, I didn't expect you to care so much about me..."
Before he could finish, Chu Shuo rolled his eyes and fainted backward.
"Second Brother!"
"Second Young Master!"