Chapter 4557 — Still Not Giving Up
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"How are we supposed to guess what goes on in the minds of big shots like that? They say jump, we jump. You'd dare defy an order, brother?" The swarthy man teased with a sidelong glance.
"As if! I wouldn't dare even with ten lives." The bald man shrank his neck and could only console himself: "At least there's only one month of this miserable duty left, and we get paid in spirit jade too, so it's not a total loss. Once the shift changes in a month, the two of us are going back and finding the best tavern for a proper feast. Damn it, my mouth has gone so bland I can taste nothing but birds. Day in, day out, nothing but rotten dry rations, not even a drop of wine. If I'd known, I'd have smuggled a few jugs along."
"You said it. When we get back, we're going straight to the Thousand Drunken Pavilion for a proper feast. Ai yo, brother, look at me—I've gone thin from hunger, and I've even gotten tanned..." The swarthy man poured out his grievances with a woebegone look.
"Bull! You were born a black devil through and through—you, tanned? Quit your nonsense!" The bald man burst out laughing.
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Listening to the two men gripe, Wei Zhao, lurking in the Five-Venom Marsh, could not help but start in alarm and curse inwardly. Three whole months had passed, and the Western Mountain Old Sect still refused to give up—actually sending men to stand watch over the marsh. The old monster was far too cautious for words.
By any reasonable standard, ordinary people might not know the perils of the Five-Venom Marsh, but the Western Mountain Old Sect itself certainly knew them through and through. By all logic, no one could possibly come out of the Five-Venom Marsh alive—and three months had passed already. And still he would not give up?
Yet thinking it over carefully, Wei Zhao's past exploits had been extraordinary one after another. The first time the Western Mountain Old Sect hunted him, he had actually escaped into the depths of the Southern Island and gotten away, then slipped out of the Southern Island entirely. That danger had been no less than the Five-Venom Marsh. If he could escape death back then, then it was not so hard to understand that he might manage it again now.
In truth, if it came down to it, the Western Mountain Old Sect did believe Wei Zhao was dead and gone for good. After all, once one jumped into the Five-Venom Marsh, not even he would have the slightest chance of survival—let alone a man of Wei Zhao's paltry strength.
But Wei Zhao's precedent of cheating death was right there before his eyes, and the Western Mountain Old Sect had recently gone out of his way to investigate Wei Zhao's exploits, hearing of all the legendary things that had happened to him. He feared another accident this time.
Even if reason told him the other man was surely dead beyond any doubt, a sliver of unease lingered in his heart. So he had Long Kuiba send men to watch. It was not as though he had to go himself, wasting his own time and energy here for nothing—it was merely a matter of speaking a word, not even lifting a finger, and in the end it was only the escorts and underlings below who suffered for it. (To be continued...) R527