Chapter 98: How Could He Die?

The rain had just stopped. The Civic District was filled with the smell of rain. Drops fell from the eaves, splashing slightly.

Chen Changsheng remembered that when he was little, he loved this rain scent after a shower. It felt refreshing.

Chen Changsheng walked along and asked, “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

Moyuan explained, “I owe it all to you, sir. After I passed West Bridge, the way was clear. In just over two hours, I entered the river. And because of what you said about the ‘Dragon Scripture,’ I gained a fraction of Dragon’s Might. My Dragon Ascension happened much faster.”

Chen Changsheng asked, “What are your plans now?”

Moyuan paused, then said, “I haven’t thought much about it yet. But if I had to say… I’d like to stay in Great Jing. It’s just…”

He sighed but didn’t continue.

Chen Changsheng said, “Your conscience troubles you?”

“Yes.”

Moyuan replied, “Great Jing only has this one great river. When I passed the trial at West Bridge, the Dragon Lord helped me. Moyuan couldn’t bear to be ungrateful.”

Chen Changsheng thought of the Old Dragon King that day.

He seemed open, but he’d actually planned everything out.

The Old Dragon King knew Moyuan would surely pass West Bridge. That’s why he returned the fifteen drops of True Dragon blood. It looked like a kindness, but it was really a plan to protect himself.

That way, Moyuan had no reason left to stay in Great Jing.

Chen Changsheng asked, “So your return this time…”

Moyuan answered, “I came back to see you, sir.”

Chen Changsheng’s steps faltered slightly. He looked at him. “Now you’ve ascended as a True Dragon. You can go anywhere in the world. Surely you didn’t really come back just to be my mount?”

Moyuan smiled at this. “If you wouldn’t mind having me.”

“You’re serious?”

Chen Changsheng was taken aback. He shook his head. “I can still walk perfectly well. I don’t think I need a mount.”

Moyuan gave a helpless smile. “Sir, Moyuan truly wishes to follow you. Please allow me.”

Chen Changsheng waved a hand. “I have a long journey ahead. You also have many places yet to go. Besides, you are a True Dragon now. Stop thinking about being someone’s mount. Think about where you’ll go next instead.”

With that, Chen Changsheng started walking forward again.

Moyuan followed closely. He understood. His status as a True Dragon mattered to the gentleman. It was because the gentleman valued him that he spoke this way.

But the more the gentleman said that, the more Moyuan wanted to follow him.

Furthermore, every dragon in Heaven and Earth now owed this gentleman a debt.

Being his mount was no shame!

Chen Changsheng thought Moyuan would let it go. But he had underestimated Moyuan’s stubbornness.

“Sir? Sir?”

“Sir, Moyuan truly wishes to be by your side. It’s no idle flattery.”

“Could you reconsider? A True Dragon mount is truly majestic. Much faster than an Immortal Sword! Tens of thousands of miles in a day, soaring through Heaven and Earth. Sir…”

Chen Changsheng paused at these words. He looked at Moyuan.

Moyuan wore an innocent smile.

Chen Changsheng stared at him. “You seem…”

“Not quite what I imagined.”

It turned out Moyuan was indeed vastly different from Chen Changsheng’s expectations.

Perhaps the earlier danger hadn’t given Moyuan a chance to show his true nature. But this was his real face.

He was like a hawker in the streets, relentlessly touting himself in Chen Changsheng’s ear, begging to be taken on as a mount.

“Sir, Moyuan is fast. Lightning fast!”

Chen Changsheng was speechless. He opened his mouth, at a loss for words.

This guy was… kind of strange!

“Wait, wait, wait!”

Chen Changsheng quickly stopped him. “You go where you need to go. I really don’t need a mount.”

How absurd! A True Dragon, begging someone to ride him!

“Do you practice Alchemy, sir? I have Dragon Breath! It can aid your Alchemy! Truly double the efficiency!”

“Where’s your backbone?”

“I only achieved my Dragon Ascension via flood with your help, sir! Please keep Moyuan at your side!”

Moyuan lowered his head, waiting for Chen Changsheng’s answer.

Chen Changsheng intended to refuse, but before he could speak, his form suddenly trembled.

He seemed to sense something and lowered his hand.

Moyuan heard a sigh.

His heart thumped nervously as he awaited the gentleman’s reply.

“Sir?”

Moyuan asked timidly. But there was no answer.

He raised his head, suddenly bewildered.

The gentleman was no longer there.

Moyuan reached out with his senses. Mr. Chen wasn’t detectable within a hundred miles.

He stood in the street, looking around.

“Mr. Chen?”

Moyuan called out again.

He stood still, suddenly annoyed.

He sighed inwardly. He must have startled Mr. Chen with his eagerness.

“Next time, I can’t overdo it.”

Moyuan shook his head. He suddenly had no idea where to go.

He remembered the man at the Tea Stall. Mr. Chen had said he would find him again later.

Moyuan started walking, retracing their earlier steps.

Zhong Zhengyuan was gazing blankly at a teacup.

He was pondering the man in the green robe.

How? How had he done it?

Making a True Dragon bow its head!

‘He must be far greater than I imagined,’ Zhong Zhengyuan thought.

But as he lifted his hand, the True Dragon he’d seen earlier suddenly walked over.

Moyuan strode directly up and sat down opposite Zhong Zhengyuan.

Zhong Zhengyuan hastily clasped his hands. “Zhong Zhengyuan greets the True Dragon!”

Moyuan waved dismissively. “Mr. Chen vanished. But he said he would come back to find you.”

Zhong Zhengyuan was puzzled. “What does the True Dragon mean by that?”

Moyuan said simply, “I can’t find him.”

“Oh, I see.”

Zhong Zhengyuan understood, but fear gripped him. “Yet… Mr. Chen might have just been being polite? He may not truly return for this humble Zhong.”

Moyuan shook his head. “If Mr. Chen said he’d find you, then he will find you.”

Zhong Zhengyuan blinked. “And if he does not?”

“Does not come…”

“Then we wait,” Moyuan replied simply. He then asked, “By the way, what were you and Green-Robed Gentleman discussing earlier?”

Zhong Zhengyuan gathered his thoughts and explained the fortune-telling session.

“You know divination?”

Moyuan thought for a moment. One able to discuss divination with Mr. Chen surely had deep skill. “Could you perhaps divine when Mr. Chen will arrive?”

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Zhong Zhengyuan considered this. “It may be attempted. However, with my limited skill… I fear I may not succeed.”

“Worth a try, wouldn’t you say?” Moyuan suggested.

Zhong Zhengyuan agreed. He took out three Copper Coins and tossed them.

“Clink…”

The three coins landed on the table.

“Have you divined it?” Moyuan asked.

Zhong Zhengyuan stared at the symbols left by the coins. He froze. He stared for a long time, a strange expression on his face.

“What is it?” Moyuan pressed.

“This…”

Zhong Zhengyuan snapped back to reality. “Zhong Zhengyuan… I did not divine an answer.”

He seemed flustered, trying hard to hide it.

Moyuan sighed. “It figures. His whereabouts are famously difficult to find.”

Zhong Zhengyuan kept his face calm, but inside, he was horrified.

The divination just then… was incredibly strange.

He had divined something. Something he dared not say. Because he wasn’t sure if it could possibly be right.

How could he simply… die for no reason!

Zhong Zhengyuan concluded he must have calculated incorrectly.