"Get real,"
Chen Sansi said, "Apart from you, everyone else is in such bad shape that I can only rely on you, elder brother."
"..."
Wang Zhi held his knife, opening his mouth to speak, then hesitating.
He had wanted to talk about the eight taels of silver from before.
In truth, he wasn't planning on taking it for nothing.
Back then, people from Tianyuan Martial Arts Academy tried to trip him up, suggesting through their words that they wanted Chen Sansi's life.
Wang Zhi took the silver and, at first, really didn't plan to teach the Breathing Skill, but he actually intended to save Chen Sansi's life once, eight taels of silver in exchange for a life, which in his view was a good deal.
He was greedy, but he never harmed a life; most of what he coveted was the Martial Arts Hall's silver.
Yet some things, once their time has passed, seem to require no further explanation.
And it seemed that Chen Sansi really held no grudge against him.