"Are you saying you don't want to do this little favor for me?"
Jiang Cheng purposely put on a serious face.
Afraid he'd be penalized by Brother Cheng someday, Ji Cang was inwardly cursing that this was hardly a small favor.
"I really can't help you, I'm just a small fry in this place. Maybe try somewhere else?"
He couldn't wait for this big shot to go elsewhere and cause trouble for other folks.
Especially since this guy already killed an Immortal Official, carrying a big case on his back.
Taking him in would be like harboring a ticking nuclear bomb right next to him.
"Nonsense, you're the boss here. Isn't it you who calls the shots? What does it matter to arrange for someone?"
"The dojo isn't exactly a sect, I'm just doing some work for the Celestial Palace, and still have to answer to my superiors..."
"Alright, alright, let me teach you."
Brother Cheng saw his hesitant expression and knew exactly what he was thinking.
