The refined and warm bedroom was divided by a majestic three-paneled jade screen with cloud motifs, separating the steamy bathing chamber from the elegantly dry outer sitting area.
Cai Zhao, drowsy from soaking in the tub, sighed contentedly before grumbling, "Why must you sit outside every time I bathe? What will become of my reputation?"
Mu Qingyan toyed with a blue-and-white porcelain teacup at the table. "The reputation of Feng Zhao has nothing to do with you, Lady Cai."
Cai Zhao straightened up. "Oh, so now I'm Feng Zhao. What about Feng Han?"
"Feng Han was buried in the snow-capped mountains."
"And what about Third Senior Brother? He’s also from the Big Dipper Six Sects. Isn’t it inappropriate for him to stay openly at the Demonic Cult’s headquarters?" Cai Zhao suddenly remembered.
Mu Qingyan’s hand paused before he slowly set down the cup. "Just call him Feng San. You can address him as Third Brother to avoid slipping up with 'Third Senior Brother.'"
Cai Zhao nearly slipped in the tub. "Feng San sounds awful. Hmm, his maternal grandfather is Old Sect Leader Yin Dai, and his mother is Qinglian Furen. Let’s call him Dai Qingyu."
"Tsk, quite the name you’ve picked," Mu Qingyan said through gritted teeth.
Cai Zhao’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly changed the subject. "Earlier, you mentioned your mother is in this residence. What do you plan to do?"
"Nothing much." Mu Qingyan knew she was deflecting but didn’t call her out. "I promised Father to look after her for the rest of her life, so I will. Once Nie Zhe and his faction are dealt with, I’ll find her a clean, comfortable place to live—with food, drink, and servants. But Madam Sun shouldn’t expect to play the grand matriarch of the cult."
A son referring to his birth mother as "Madam" was a story in itself.
Cai Zhao sighed softly. "An unkind mother begets an unfilial son. The wheel of heaven turns, and retribution follows. After ignoring you for over a decade, she deserves this outcome."
Mu Qingyan spun the teacup around his fingertip. "It’s not that she ignored me entirely—Nie Zhe treated her well at first, but his affection waned, and he grew closer to his first wife, Madam Li Ruxin. Not surprising, given his age. With only one son, Nie Sien, born to Madam Li, he had to treat her better for the boy’s sake."
"So our ever-resourceful Madam Sun remembered me again, sending gifts on holidays and every now and then. After going full circle and realizing men couldn’t be relied on, she thought of her son." His tone dripped with sarcasm.
"How... could she have the nerve?" Cai Zhao couldn’t fathom it.
Mu Qingyan glanced at the screen. "She claimed she had no choice—that she pretended to neglect me so Nie Zhe would lower his guard, all to ensure my survival."
Cai Zhao gasped. "Is that true?"
"Pure excuses. Not a word of it is real." Mu Qingyan laughed. "Uncle was in the Huanglao Peak of the northern Hanhai Mountains. Even if she didn’t want to care for me herself, she could’ve sent word or leaked news after Nie Hengcheng’s death. With Uncle’s skills, snatching me from the chaos of Paradise Palace would’ve been effortless. But she truly forgot she had a son—her mind was too busy rekindling her romance with Nie Zhe and clinging to her life of luxury."
The women in Cai Zhao’s life were figures like the bold and generous Cai Pingshu or the lively and guileless Ning Feng. Those who walked in the light could scarcely imagine the depths of selfishness and cowardice, just as summer insects could never comprehend ice.
She shook her head and said nothing.Mu Qingyan said, "Four years ago when my father passed away and I left Huanglao Peak to take over sect affairs, someone jumped out advising me to reconcile with Madam Sun and her son, to cherish family bonds. So I sent him to reconcile with the King of Hell instead."
Cai Zhao leaned against the tub, gazing wistfully at the ceiling. "If I said they deserved it, would that make me seem less like a righteous sect disciple?"
"You’ve always seemed like a Demonic Cult spy infiltrating the Big Dipper Six Sects," Mu Qingyan replied, struggling to keep a straight face. "In any case, you should treat me better—stop irritating me every single day!"
"When have I been irritating you every single day?!" Cai Zhao felt utterly wronged. "I told you, my aunt says most men in this world are heartless fathers, while mothers suffer in silence. Your case is just... rare."
Her thoughts drifted, and she added, "Actually, Third Senior Brother has had it hard too. Sent to the Azure Tower Sect at a young age, and before he turned ten, Qinglian Furen passed away. Sigh, it’s really pitiful."
Mu Qingyan slammed his palm on the table. "How can losing a loving mother young compare to having a vicious, heartless one?! Why must you keep bringing up Song Yuzhi’s suffering?!"
Cai Zhao splashed the water angrily. "You said you owed him a favor when you took his Snow Lotus Pill, and now that he’s here to collect, you’re acting like this! You’re the one irritating me every day!"
Mu Qingyan’s temper flared. With a sweep of his sleeve, the jade screen toppled over with a crash.
Cai Zhao immediately sank deeper into the water. "What are you doing?!"
Mu Qingyan stood beside the tub, straight and imposing as a jade mountain, his expression icy—gone was the earlier warmth and teasing.
"Let me make this clear today," he said coldly. "I was overjoyed when you traveled all this way to find me—happier than when I killed Nie Zhe. But the fact that you came with Song Yuzhi? That displeased me. I owe that Song bastard a favor, and I’ll honor it whenever he comes to collect. But hearing it from your lips? Unacceptable!"
Though Cai Zhao was well acquainted with his mercurial moods, his sudden shift still startled her. She shrank deeper into the water, not daring to speak.
Mu Qingyan glared at the girl, now only her head visible above the water, his words growing sharper. "I’ve seen enough of two-faced schemers—everyone who’s tried to deceive me is dead. If you have feelings for Song Yuzhi, then stay out of my affairs. Don’t shower me with concern one moment and push me away the next. If you think you can play both sides, I’ll—"
Despite her indignation, Cai Zhao couldn’t help but look up curiously. "You’ll what?"
"I’ll go die!"
"Really?!" Cai Zhao almost laughed.
Mu Qingyan’s brows twitched as he snarled, "And take you with me!"
Cai Zhao immediately ducked back underwater.
The door was flung open with a crash before slamming shut.
Mu Qingyan stormed out, his expression dark. You Guanyue and his attendant were waiting at the staircase twenty paces away. Mu Qingyan glared. "What are you two doing here?"
You Guanyue offered an ingratiating smile. "This place was only meant for strategizing—it’s quite crude. Miss Feng has had a long journey, so I thought Xing Er could assist her with freshening up."
Mu Qingyan’s tone softened slightly. "Thoughtful. Go ahead—if she soaks any longer, she’ll turn into a prune."
You Guanyue nudged Xing Er, who scurried off with hunched shoulders.
Once Xing Er disappeared behind the door, Mu Qingyan paused. "...Where is that young hero who came with Zhao Zhao—the one representing Qingyu?"You Guanyue reported, "Oh, that one. Young Master Dai never mentioned his name. Seeing how exhausted he was, I arranged for him to stay in the larger side chamber, provided hot water, meals, fresh clothes, and had the old servants prepare new bedding and a charcoal brazier..."
Mu Qingyan narrowed his eyes. "Dai Qingyu's origins are unclear, and you've never met him before. Why such hospitality? Could it be you find him young and handsome, taken with him?"
You Guanyue nearly choked on his water, waving his hands frantically. "No, no, absolutely not! Young Master mustn't misunderstand—I would never have such vile habits as Xiong Qianjin!"
"Then what's the reason?"
Finally, the moment to showcase his brilliance had arrived. You Guanyue took a deep breath and began his performance. "Young Master, it doesn't matter where Young Master Dai comes from. What matters is that Miss Feng thinks highly of him..."
Seeing his lord's expression darken again, he hastily added, "Of course, such a trivial 'regard' could never compare to the bond between you and Miss Feng."
Mu Qingyan scoffed. "Oh? And how did you come to that conclusion?"
You Guanyue feigned surprise. "Isn't it obvious to anyone with eyes? Though Miss Feng is highly skilled in martial arts, she clearly hasn't ventured much into the Martial World. At her age, with so little experience, yet she traveled thousands of miles out of concern for your safety, plunging straight into the treacherous depths of the Hanhai Mountains—even an outsider like me feels moved! If such affection isn't deep, then what is?!"
Mu Qingyan's expression softened, though his words remained sharp. "You can't say that. Dai Qingyu and Zhao Zhao are, after all, fellow disciples."—Though they had faced life and death together.
He descended the stairs.
You Guanyue followed closely. "Precisely why I must treat Young Master Dai well. Think about it, Young Master. If he were mistreated, Miss Feng would pity him. Once she pities him, she might resent you. Resentment would draw her closer to him, and once closer..."
"Enough." Mu Qingyan cut him off irritably. "Stop spouting nonsense. It's not that complicated."
You Guanyue drawled, "Has Young Master never heard the saying 'pity breeds love'?"
Mu Qingyan's heart stirred, though his expression remained unchanged. "Seems you have too much free time." With that, he flicked his sleeve and left.
Watching Mu Qingyan walk away, You Guanyue heard the sound of a door opening. The freshly bathed young woman was radiant, her beauty enough to make one forget the mundane—though her expression was far from pleasant.
You Guanyue greeted her with a beaming smile, clasping his hands. "Greetings, Miss Feng. Was Xing Er's service to your satisfaction?"
Cai Zhao muttered vaguely, "Xing Er was very attentive and thorough. It was fine."
"If so, why does Miss Feng look so angry? If Xing Er didn't serve you well, please don't cover for her. Tell Guanyue, and I'll make sure she's punished!" You Guanyue feigned concern.
Cai Zhao snapped, "I told you Xing Er was fine! Stop guessing! I'm upset because of your Young Master Mu—he actually called me a wretch!"
You Guanyue gasped in genuine shock this time. "Young Master was so rude to you?!"Cai Zhao thought for a moment: "He didn’t directly call me a wretch, but he said he’d seen plenty of wretches’ behavior before, then proceeded to berate me at length—wasn’t that just a roundabout way of calling me a wretch? I won’t stay any longer, I’m leaving now!"
"Wait, wait! Miss Feng, please calm down and hear me out," You Guanyue waved his hands frantically. "Our Young Master has truly had a hard time. Madam Sun... ah..." His eyes reddened as he spoke.
Cai Zhao was startled by his sudden tears. "Hey, hey, don’t cry. I... I’ve already heard about Madam Sun."
You Guanyue sighed deeply. "They say no parent is without fault, but Madam Sun was truly beyond the pale. During those years, when she saw Nie Zhe increasingly favoring his only son while she herself remained childless, she actually... actually..."
"Speak properly, don’t leave me hanging," Cai Zhao urged.
You Guanyue skillfully controlled his emotions. "Madam Sun actually claimed that the Young Master was Nie Zhe’s flesh and blood! This... this was utterly outrageous, trampling all over the dignity of the Young Master’s father!"
Cai Zhao was stunned: "That’s even worse than the stories in plays..."
"Fortunately, as the Young Master grew older, he resembled his birth father more and more. By the age of ten, father and son looked as if they were carved from the same mold, and the rumors gradually died down." You Guanyue beat his chest in anguish, acting as though he himself had narrowly escaped being cuckolded.
Cai Zhao murmured, "No wonder he said ‘that elder’ was selfish, despicable, and contemptible. To think such a thing happened. Did Madam Sun ever consider how humiliating and terrifying those rumors must have been for a child only a few years old?"
To put it more bluntly, even if Mu Qingyan really were Nie Zhe’s son, Nie Zhe already had a legitimate heir. What status could an illegitimate child of unclear lineage like Mu Qingyan possibly have?
Sun Ruoshui was truly a woman who cared only for herself, with no regard for others.
"What’s your name?" Cai Zhao suddenly asked.
You Guanyue was taken aback. "This humble one is surnamed You, named Guanyue."
"Alright, You Guanyue, next time you have something to say, just say it properly. Don’t squeeze out tears—it’s too fake, and it makes me dizzy."
You Guanyue gaped. "Th-this... Miss Feng, you misunderstand. This humble one... this humble one..."
Cai Zhao smiled. "Stop babbling. I grew up watching operas—I can tell real tears from fake ones with my eyes closed."
She added, "However, I believe everything you just said was true. Because it concerns Young Master Mu, you wouldn’t dare fabricate stories about him."
You Guanyue’s tension eased slightly.
Cai Zhao: "Now, tell me where your Young Master has gone."
Not daring to slight her, You Guanyue quickly replied, "Though the Young Master didn’t say, I suspect he went to see your senior brother, Young Master Dai."
"Perfect. Lead the way."
...
When Cai Zhao pushed the door open, Mu Qingyan had just finished listening to Song Yuzhi’s speculations about the Purple Jade Golden Sunflower.
He had now adopted yet another demeanor—elegant, refined, and courteous, like a gracious host eager to entertain his guests. Except the smile on his face was painfully fake, though no one but Cai Zhao could tell.
"Well, well, Zhao Zhao’s here. Afraid I’ll eat your Third Senior Brother?" Mu Qingyan’s smile was icy.
Cai Zhao ignored the lunatic and sat directly at the table. "Third Senior Brother, have you told him everything about the Purple Jade Golden Sunflower?"
Song Yuzhi nodded. "Everything. Young Master Mu was just asking about its uses."He was naturally upright and straightforward, so he answered honestly, "Actually, the Netherworld Chill isn't difficult to resolve. It only requires channeling the most yang and rigid Inner Force to impact the meridians, which can dispel the cold poison left by the Netherworld Chill—however, the difficulty lies in the degree."
"My uncle perished precisely because of this. He invited several senior family members with profound Inner Force to jointly circulate their power to clear his meridians. While the cold poison of the Netherworld Chill was expelled, his dantian accumulated excessive heat, and the conflicting Inner Forces clashed. Despite exhausting all his efforts to suppress it, he failed and died from qi deviation."
"After carefully studying the texts, I discovered that the Purple Jade Golden Sunflower can precisely resolve this crisis. By expelling the Netherworld Chill and gradually guiding the excess True Qi out of the dantian, one can recover safely. If I'm not mistaken, years ago, the heroine Cai Pingshu used this method to treat Second Brother Shi's injuries."
Cai Zhao worriedly said, "That may be so, but Third Brother is only speculating. We don't know if it will actually work."
"We'll know once we try," Mu Qingyan raised an eyebrow. "But we must first eliminate Nie Zhe. Right now, he still occupies the Paradise Palace, so I can't retrieve the Purple Jade Golden Sunflower."
"In that case, if Young Master Mu does not disdain my assistance, I am willing to lend a hand in expelling Nie Zhe as soon as possible," Song Yuzhi clasped his hands in salute.
Mu Qingyan chuckled lightly, a scheme forming in his mind. "I thought the Big Dipper Six Sects would prefer Nie Zhe to remain as the cult leader. With such a weakling in charge, the Big Dipper Six Sects have not only enjoyed peace over the past decade but have also continuously expanded their influence. What, now that Young Master Song needs to restore his Inner Force, you no longer care about the greater balance of the martial world?"
Cai Zhao lowered her head and bit her lip, resisting the urge to defend Song Yuzhi lest she provoke this madman further.
Unexpectedly, Song Yuzhi showed no trace of embarrassment. Instead, he earnestly explained, "As Young Master Mu said, not only the Big Dipper Six Sects but also other righteous factions in the martial arts world would prefer Nie Zhe to remain as the leader of the Demonic Cult, and so would I. However, since entering the Vast Sea Mountains, the scenes I've witnessed along the way have been utterly deplorable."
"In the past, Nie Hengcheng slaughtered countless martial arts masters to cultivate his Demonic Arts, casually refining their corpses into Corpse Puppet Slaves after killing them. Though his methods were brutal, at least he only used the dead. Moreover, a Corpse Puppet Slave is only usable for about a year after refinement before its flesh rots and bones crumble into sludge. Thus, Nie Hengcheng never placed much value on their utility."
"But Nie Zhe is different. Lacking both talent and virtue, he dares not employ anyone capable. To maintain control, he has resorted to refining countless living people into Corpse Puppet Slaves for his own use. Too cowardly to provoke external sects, he preys on his own followers—common folk—committing atrocities so vile they provoke the wrath of both gods and men. Such a vile traitor must be eradicated for the sake of justice."
"The Big Dipper Six Sects cannot prioritize their own peace at the expense of innocent lives—even if they are the people of the Vast Sea Mountains. Once I return, I will report the situation here to my elders. I believe my master and the other seniors will support my actions."
Though his words were calm, each one carried undeniable weight.
"Third Brother, you're absolutely right!" Cai Zhao's eyes shone with admiration. "But perhaps we should discuss how to report this to the elders first..."
Mu Qingyan felt a surge of sour jealousy, though his expression remained unchanged. "What if Nie Zhe hadn't refined Corpse Puppet Slaves? If it were me—a new leader known for my unpredictable temper—would Young Master Song still be willing to lend me a hand?"
Song Yuzhi solemnly replied, "I would rather lose all my martial prowess and spend my life farming and studying in the countryside.""Third Senior Brother!" Cai Zhao was deeply moved, her admiration evident. "Come to our Fallen Blossom Valley! It's spring-like all year round, perfect for farming and scholarly seclusion!"
Mu Qingyan's brow darkened. "Come? He has a fiancée—since when do you need to arrange farming retreats for him?"
After growling at the girl, he turned with a forced smile. "Speaking of which, Young Hero Song, I'm quite surprised your engagement hasn't been dissolved yet. I heard that since you were afflicted with the Netherworld Chill, Sister Qi has grown increasingly distant, often seen paired with Young Hero Dai instead."
"I'm aware of everything," Song Yuzhi replied calmly. "Lingbo is not just my junior sister but also my cousin. Even if we don't marry, I don't want her burdened with the reputation of 'breaking off the engagement during my crisis.' Once I recover, I'll inform our master and dissolve the engagement myself. The blame for ending it should fall on me alone."
"Third Senior Brother is truly a gentleman," Cai Zhao said with growing respect.
Mu Qingyan's face hardened. "I think Young Hero Song should dissolve the engagement sooner rather than later—"
"What business is it of yours when he ends his engagement?" Cai Zhao snapped, unable to hold back.
Mu Qingyan retorted sharply, "No need to defend him so fiercely. Since Young Hero Song has both Martial World experience and plenty of money, how is it that after traveling with him, you've been starving like a beggar?"
Cai Zhao argued vehemently, "The vast desert mountains are barren—even with silver, there's nowhere to buy food!"
"It was my oversight, causing Zhao Zhao to suffer," Song Yuzhi apologized, his gaze steady and upright.
Mu Qingyan opened his mouth to speak again, but Cai Zhao quickly cut him off. "Third Senior Brother needs rest to recover from his old injuries. We should take our leave now!" She hastily dragged Mu Qingyan out of the room, remembering to close the door behind her.
After tugging him along for twenty or thirty steps, Mu Qingyan angrily shook off his sleeves and stopped. "Why drag me out? Afraid I'd anger Song Yuzhi to death?"
"Don't be ridiculous—I was afraid you'd be the one angered to death!" Cai Zhao planted her hands on her hips. "Third Senior Brother is single-minded and upright. No matter what you say, it won't faze him. You're the one who ends up half-dead with rage. What's the point?"
Mu Qingyan let out a cold laugh. "Fine, fine. What a paragon of single-mindedness and uprightness! Meanwhile, I'm moody, temperamental, prone to fits of rage, and occasionally lose my mind. Heroine Cai, you'd better leave quickly with your like-minded Third Senior Brother! Once I secure the Paradise Palace treasury, I'll send the Purple Jade Golden Sunflower to you myself. This filthy place isn't fit for your stay!"
Cai Zhao trembled with fury. Snatching a vase from a nearby stand, she hurled it at Mu Qingyan's back. "You bastard! Fine, we'll leave!"
Mu Qingyan's True Qi erupted, shattering the vase midair with a loud crash. He turned and made a grasping motion toward Cai Zhao from a distance. "You're not leaving!"
An iron-like force clamped around Cai Zhao's waist, yanking her back several steps. She spun and struck out with her palm. Mu Qingyan had already closed the gap between them in a few strides, twisting to seize her right arm. Knowing his Inner Force far surpassed hers, Cai Zhao swayed like a flower branch, flipping over his back in sync with his grappling motion.
Mu Qingyan couldn't help but praise, "Exquisite technique." Without turning, he bent one knee, arching his back and lowering his head. His left hand clamped onto Cai Zhao's left wrist while his right gripped her arm, pressing her firmly against his shoulders.Cai Zhao's feet left the ground as if she were being carried by Mu Qingyan, their cheeks brushing close enough to feel each other's breath. Even in such a situation, she wasn't without countermeasures. Just then, the young man's slender neck came into view, his clean-cut Adam's apple moving slightly. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she suddenly leaned forward and bit down.
Mu Qingyan shuddered violently and immediately released her, stepping back.
Song Yuzhi flung the door open with a crash. "What's going on? You two... what happened...?" He looked bewildered at the pair not far away—
One was clutching the side of his neck, his handsome face slightly flushed, eyes shimmering with unreadable emotion. The other resembled a dumpling freshly fished from a hot bath, steamed pink-cheeked from the heat. They stood facing each other, glaring in mutual irritation.
“No, nothing’s wrong.” Cai Zhao was the first to speak. “I just accidentally broke a vase. Third Senior Brother, you should rest now!” With that, she turned and ran off as if she’d just committed a theft.
Mu Qingyan silently followed her.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, walked until they reached a quiet, secluded corner of the building.
Cai Zhao suddenly stopped and turned around.
Mu Qingyan halted as well.
Cai Zhao took several deep breaths before speaking. “You heard that Third Senior Brother hasn’t called off the engagement. Why aren’t you happy?”
Mu Qingyan stood tall and silent, his demeanor proud to the point of stubbornness.
“You’re worried about me.” Cai Zhao’s tone softened. “Society is always harsher on women. Since Third Senior Brother is engaged, if people find out I’ve been traveling with him, the one who’ll face criticism is me. At best, they might call it youthful indiscretion, but worse accusations like ‘shamelessly seducing her senior sister’s fiancé’ are also possible.”
The girl smiled faintly, pure and flawless like the morning sun. “But you don’t need to worry. Third Senior Brother and I left in different directions, and we’ve been disguising ourselves along the way. No one will know.”
A trace of anger flickered in Mu Qingyan’s brow. “Song knows to protect Qi Lingbo’s reputation but doesn’t spare a thought for yours. And you can still smile even though you’re aware of this?”
Cai Zhao sighed. “To be honest, Third Senior Brother is quite oblivious. He’s been pampered since childhood—he understands principles, but some social nuances take him a while to grasp.”
“Senior Sister Lingbo and he may not get along, but after all, they’ve been childhood friends for over a decade. Naturally, he remembers to protect her. As for me… it’ll take him some time to think of that. I’ve already considered it—after this matter is resolved, I’ll wander around for a while and let Third Senior Brother return first to deal with the engagement. Once a year or two pass, I’ll go back to the Azure Tower Sect, and everything will be fine.”
Mu Qingyan sneered. “You’re quite lenient with him!”
“Yes,” Cai Zhao said. “We’ve only been fellow disciples for a few years, and soon we’ll go our separate ways. Why not be lenient?”
Mu Qingyan’s breathing eased slightly, and the tension in his brow lessened.
Cai Zhao continued, “Third Senior Brother is both scholarly and martial, upright in conduct. He never loses his temper arbitrarily, doesn’t suspect others without reason, and certainly doesn’t fly into rages! But—”
“But he doesn’t know I can’t stand dry rations. Ever since we approached the Vast Sea Mountains, I haven’t had a proper meal.”
“When I said I wanted to kill the notorious Altar Lord of the Tigers, Third Senior Brother saw Liao Tu’s handiwork and let me go. Little did we know Liao Tu had just hired two martial arts experts. I fought one against three and barely managed to win.”
It wasn’t that Song Yuzhi had deliberately overlooked her safety—he simply believed that fighting side by side to rid the people of evil was a heroic and noble endeavor, even if they both died in the process. What a glorious way to go!
But Mu Qingyan would always insist that Cai Zhao survive. Eliminating evil for the people could wait.
Both of them knew this.
“You’re moody, hot-tempered, and overly suspicious. But you’ve always cared about whether I’m well-fed and clothed, worried that I’d face slander or ridicule.”
Cai Zhao looked bewildered, her heart aching faintly. “I never imagined that anyone other than my family would treat me so well.”
Mu Qingyan lifted his head, his usual ferocity gone, his star-like eyes gentle.
He stepped forward slowly, his tall forehead pressing against the girl’s soft bangs. “So… what will become of us?”
“I don’t know.” Cai Zhao shook her head, making Mu Qingyan sway with her. “But let’s kill Nie Zhe first.” The girl frowned. “I’ve disliked him for a long time.”Mu Qingyan chuckled softly, his laughter vibrating against the girl. "What a coincidence, I've disliked him for a long time too."
"Yeah, what a coincidence," Cai Zhao also laughed.
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