Ink Flute said smilingly, “How rude! Weren’t we friends, no, brothers who went through thick and thin together?”0

A smile should be the most wonderful thing in the world, but on Ink Flute, all it elicited was a discomfiting, creepy sensation that crawled up one’s spine.0

“As you said, were. Also, we have never gone through thick and thin together, and you are definitely not a brother of mine.”0

Old Man of Snowy Mountain walked toward Ink Flute. Right before he would pass by Ink Flute, he said again, “You were just one of my many defeated foes. Nothing more.”0

“Haha! Thirty years is enough time for good fengshui to shift from the east side of a river all the way to the west[1]. I may have lost back then, but that may not be true today.”0

Ink Flute did not get angry despite the provocation. His smile simply grew wider and wider as he said, “Besides, I was the one who stayed behind back then. That makes me the ultimate victor,...0