But after Zhang Chen heard what Zhou Qiucheng said, his mind was elsewhere; he was worried about whether Chen Sanliang could withstand the Weak Water.
"Eight or nine out of ten times, he won't make it through." Zhang Chen sighed softly in his heart.
It's a pity that Chen Sanliang has already stepped into the grand array, even if he wanted to help, it might be too late.
"Zhang Chen, in the future you will share wealth and honor with me!" Zhou Qiucheng said to Zhang Chen.
"I appreciate your kindness, sir, but I must decline because it won't be long before I have to head to Kyoto," Zhang Chen replied. He refused Zhou Qiucheng's goodwill because his younger brother and sister had already gone to Kyoto ahead of him, and he too wanted to visit Kyoto to see the world's elites. Most importantly, with the demon army about to sweep in, Zhang Chen didn't believe Jinling City could be preserved.
Zhou Qiucheng was taken aback by what he heard: "You're leaving?"
