In the quiet room, Shen Yi put down his chopsticks and casually raised his cup in response.
He didn’t bother with polite refusals.
For straightforward and blunt people like Zhang the Butcher, it was better to let them speak their minds to feel at ease.
“Huff—” Zhang the Butcher sat back down at the table, a smile creeping onto his face.
This time, the Golden Vajra Sect had thoroughly trampled his dignity into the dirt.
Honestly, with Shen Yi’s current strength, even if Zhang were to risk his life, what help could he possibly offer? Yet, Shen Yi’s attitude remained unchanged, just as it had been back in Baiyun County.
“I plan to take the kid and leave Qingzhou City for a while, stay in a smaller town for some time. Once we settle, I’ll send word to you,” Zhang said.
Shen Yi’s rise to prominence was in full swing, and after publicly standing up for Zhang the Butcher, countless people in the city would be eager to curry favor with him.
But Zhang, being the straightforward man he was, saw deeper.
Such wealth and status weren’t meant for him.