"I think you've misunderstood. That's not a Divine Skill," Jiang Wang said.
Zhao Xuenyang asked again, "Then what's your other Divine Skill?"
Jiang Wang said, "Let me go, and I'll tell you."
Zhao Xuenyang snorted, "Forget it then."
Ultimately, he couldn't hold back and continued, "Do you know an old monk named Ku Jue? Tell me about him, will you?"
Jiang Wang's heart stirred, and he countered, "Which aspect do you want to know?"
Zhao Xuenyang casually replied, "Anything. Like which Buddhist scriptures he cultivates, what he's skilled at, what weapon he uses, what his temperament is—whatever works."
"Oh," Jiang Wang said, "I don't know any of it."
"Alright then." Zhao Xuenyang shrugged nonchalantly, as if it didn't bother him much. He suddenly grabbed Jiang Wang's arm and declared, "From now on, I won't let you leave my side."
"Ahem," he added, "Not more than ten feet away."
"So, has Senior Ku Jue come to save me again?" Jiang Wang asked.
"Again?"
