When Durin returned to Shangjing, he didn't disturb anyone; however, the news of his appearance at the Candle Dragon Hall quickly spread.
It wasn't long before Old Pang personally came over. This old man looked even better than when Durin left, proving that he was diligently using the fruit Durin gave him every day.
But when he looked at Durin's pale face, he sighed, "Young man, is becoming the likes of a No-name really that important to you?"
Lying on the recliner, Durin pointed at a chair beside him with a smile, "You could say so. Becoming a god might seem like a curse to you, but for me, it's a recompense. In my past life, I helped young people kill those they didn't want to kill, silenced mouths they didn't want silenced. I thought I'd lose this job, leave this hardship to future generations to walk my hard road again. Now, to bear it all myself, that's fine."
"But the No-name shouldn't be doing this, right?" Old Pang looked puzzled.
