"He is the one who keeps his promises meticulously, the lofty Sikong Hua Ji.
"No longer that poor lad who would be thrilled for a whole night and couldn't sleep after eating a bowl of sweet potato porridge.
"In times of starvation, he need not eat that Guanyin clay anymore.
"Alas... young brother, as an escort for the downtrodden, you should know that the mortal world is full of suffering, and everything is difficult.
"I had him be my substitute, yet let him enjoy wealth and glory.
"Dying after decades of prosperity is certainly better than dying in a foul gutter by the street."
Su Mo chuckled quietly:
"Sikong Sect Master speaks with reason.
"So, in that case, there's a substitute standing within Weiyang Palace while Sikong Sect Master resides elsewhere?"
"Precisely."
Sikong Hua Ji gazed at Su Mo with satisfaction and softly said:
"I am hidden away in the cave of the back mountain. That night, Bo Yan challenged me.
