“It seems quite a few people know me.” Chen Changsheng wasn’t particularly surprised, but the situation felt murky and confusing, which was a bit unsettling. “Can’t just say things randomly!” Zhao Yuqing said, “I might know you, but few who know you end up well.” Chen Changsheng narrowed his eyes and asked, “What do you mean, not well?” Zhao Yuqing scoffed lightly. “Died horribly? Wasted away waiting? Waited themselves to death? Waiting thousands of years wasn’t enough for you. So many people remembered you, yet you alone lived peacefully and content. It’s you who truly deserves to die.” Chen Changsheng coughed. “Chen doesn’t recall such things.” Chen Changsheng held his wine cup. He glanced at Zhao Yuqing, trying to search through fragmented memories, but no trace of any clues surfaced. “Really?” Chen Changsheng asked. Zhao Yuqing gave him a dirty look and didn’t answer. Instead, he said, “If it weren’t you sitting in front of me, my temper would’ve taken ten lives already.” Chen Changsheng parted his lips. “I was wondering if the rumors spread outside were perhaps false. Now it seems they are true.” “You mean about Qinle Palace and the Fiery Black Isle?” “Need to correct you there—it wasn’t a rumor.” Zhao Yuqing said, “I really did slash the head of Qinle Palace to death. That old witch played her lute all day, thinking it sounded wonderful… couldn’t slay anyone else.” Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly. “You really are like a lowlife scoundrel.” “You miss the point. That label fits common thugs. On me, Zhao Yuqing? It’s called Demon Sovereign.” Zhao Yuqing said, “For thousands of years, no one could bear that title. Only I, Zhao Yuqing, can hold it firm.” Chen Changsheng’s lips twitched involuntarily. He sighed. “I’m starting to doubt if I really ever knew you before.” “Didn’t I say it already? I do not know you. And better if we never do in the future.” Zhao Yuqing took a sip of wine, looking perfectly at ease. Chen Changsheng countered, “So resistant? Why did you bother coming to find me, then?” Zhao Yuqing held up a finger. “This is the final time. After this, I, Zhao Yuqing, will absolutely never see you again.” Chen Changsheng couldn’t help muttering silently. He blinked and asked, “Did you owe me some kind of debt?” Zhao Yuqing shot him a cold glare, silent. Chen Changsheng shook his head with a sigh. “I’ve forgotten many things. Care to tell me? Might help jog my memory.” “You say one more word and I will truly cut you down.” Chen Changsheng smacked his lips lightly and didn’t ask further. It seemed this topic couldn’t be pursued. He could distinctly feel Zhao Yuqing restraining himself. One more word, and the man might actually slam the table and leap up. Chen Changsheng felt troubled. He was so close to an answer, yet blocked at this final step. Thunder roared, and it drew nearer and nearer. Lightning flashed across the dark sky like a sprawling spiderweb, bringing heavy rain and gales that swept through the small town. The river water churned endlessly. Brave souls peered out through windows, watching as the river visibly rose at eye-wrenching speed. “Ghosts! Truly ghosts!” For origınal chapters go to 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 “The water’s rising!!” In moments, Autumn Moon Market filled with shouts as waters surged. Households near the riverbanks rushed out into the pouring rain, seeking refuge elsewhere or directly fleeing to the Yamen (Government Office). Inside the West Bridge Tavern, The young waiter, Xiao’er, grew anxious too. With the thunder, he shivered despite himself. “Manager, should… should we leave?” Xiao’er asked. The Manager, Xiaoliu, remained utterly calm. “You can go if you’re afraid.” Seeing the Manager’s tone, Xiao’er gulped, mustering the courage to stay. The Manager glanced at him. “With Mr. Chen here, no flood could rise high enough to reach us.” Inside, Xiao’er was crying out for his parents. He thought, Even if this gentleman is formidable, can he truly hold back floodwaters? Outside, Zhao Yuqing stood and walked to the door. After opening it, he lifted his head to gaze at the gloomy sky. Zhao Yuqing lowered his head, looking at the sword dangling beneath the West Bridge. He muttered, “Thinking about it, I really am a bit reluctant.” “Reluctant?” Chen Changsheng came alongside him. “Talking about that sword hanging under the bridge?” Zhao Yuqing nodded. “Probably after this, that sword might no longer belong to me.” Chen Changsheng’s gaze fixed on the sword. He frowned. “So the focus is on that sword?” Zhao Yuqing didn’t answer, merely watching in silence. Chen Changsheng suddenly realized. “You want to sacrifice the Flood Dragon for the sword!!” Zhao Yuqing turned to look at him. “I always said, your intuition is frighteningly sharp.” Chen Changsheng froze. He truly never imagined Zhao Yuqing not only dared to think such a thing, but actually dared to go through with it. “Do you lack for such a sword?” Chen Changsheng asked, frowning. In his view, Zhao Yuqing shouldn’t be short of a sword. Going through such elaborate planning, waiting hundreds of years, just to empower a blade seemed hardly worth it. 😖😖😖Golden Novel translates the best Chinese web novels for you!😖😖😖 “You think I lack it?” Zhao Yuqing shot back. Chen Changsheng shook his head. “Since that’s so, why do this?” “I want to.” Zhao Yuqing said. Just as Chen Changsheng was about to speak, another tremor came. The river churned even more violently, bubbling like boiling water. Surging tides breached its banks, flooding the streets and rapidly rising to thigh height. Chen Changsheng furrowed his brow and raised two fingers. “Hear my command: Waters stop beneath the bridge! Avoid the Market, flee!” Under this Divine Decree, the might of Heaven and Earth Daoist Arts infused the waters. The surging river instantly halted its advance. The invading flood waters slowly retreated. Zhao Yuqing watched this scene. “You really are a softie.” Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng frowned, slightly displeased. He asked, “Didn’t you stay in Autumn Moon Market for some time? Shouldn’t it count as half your home? You’d just watch it flood?” Zhao Yuqing paused internally. “Mortal concerns are already scattered dust from the past.” Chen Changsheng paused at these words. A moment later, he spoke calmly, “You’re right. Chen indeed does not know you.”