Ah Ming's use of the word "again" told Lu Sangjiu everything she needed to know about him.
'He must have done his fair share of stupid things in the past. He's really not the sharpest tool in the shed.'
She sighed softly and shook her head. "It's okay. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have met me. When you think about it that way, it's not such a bad thing."
"...Huh?"
Ah Ming was confused. She had sealed his meridians—how was that not a bad thing?
Seeing his bewildered expression, Lu Sangjiu patted his shoulder. "Ah Ming... don't you want to find out who's behind this business of trafficking Demon Cultivators?"
Ah Ming nodded without hesitation. "Of course I do!"
But then his shoulders slumped. "But I don't have the skills... or the courage."
Honestly, opposing the City Lord and secretly dumping the bodies here had already taken every ounce of courage he had.
He knew it was cowardly, but... he was just so scared!
