Zhai Zhu

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles.
Villagers are fearful of my grandfather.
I am fearful of him too.
Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me.
Even grandfather is afraid of me.
...
My name is Chen Shi.
The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

Above the Great Dao

Chen Shi blushed deeply, stammering, just about to reply when Xiao Wangsun coughed, reminding him, "Before you answer, pay attention to your surroundings. This is Wuwang City, be careful not to have your tongue plucked out."


Chen Shi's heart chilled, and he glanced at the woman in red, categorizing her as a dangerous type.


"If I had restrained myself just now and replied 'no thanks,' I would certainly have lost my tongue. You can't say one thing and mean another here!" he thought to himself.


Xiao Wangsun said, "Jin Hongying, why must you be so hard on the younger generation?"


The woman in red gave him a glacial look, leaned her elbows on the tea table, and pressed her chest to the surface, chuckling, "Xiao Wangsun, you dared to steal from the Divine Mechanism Camp, must be quite bold. Hand over the item, and I might let bygones be bygones."


Chen Shi blinked, Divine Mechanism Camp?


Chapter 39: Lightning Strike