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Chen Qing awoke from cultivation and paced to the backyard.
Zhang Jianfeng lay on the sickbed, wrapped in medicinal paste. "Don't bother looking. My sword is already broken. Hidden Sword Mountain won't pay any price to redeem me."
"Capturing me holds no meaning."
Chen Qing glanced at Zhang Jianfeng and immediately felt a bit unlucky.
Killing him wouldn't be good, and exchanging for a ransom, judging by Zhang Jianfeng's tone, seemed unlikely.
Chen Qing waved away the maid tending to Zhang Jianfeng and asked, "Do I have a chance to become your senior brother's Protector?"
Zhang Jianfeng laughed heartily, causing his wounds to split open. "Are you kidding me?"
"Can a Protector serve two families?"
Chen Qing said, "That might not be certain."
"Since you lost, you're no longer suitable to be your senior brother's Protector, so it's only natural for me to step in, right?"
