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

Xiao Wangsun wasn't present, and the four horses and driver were still not petrified, still obeying commands.


"Let's head to Thunderstruck Mountain!" Chen Shi said excitedly as he boarded the cart.


The Thunderstruck Mountain he referred to was the mountain that had almost been leveled by the mighty Red Barbarian cannons. The driver cried out sharply, and the horses immediately set off, speeding away with a roar.


Before long, they arrived at the foot of Thunderstruck Mountain. Chen Shi searched around and found an intact Red Barbarian cannon in a ravine. The Divine Mechanism Camp soldiers who had operated the cannon were dead, their bodies strewn about haphazardly.


The moon had not yet risen, and the bodies were still there.


Chen Shi immediately jumped off the cart and after a while, lifted the two- to three-thousand-pound cannon onto the cart.


The driver looked at him curiously but did not ask any questions.


Chapter 41: A Lucid Dream Over the Star River