In the grand courtyard of the royal palace, the Fox Brothers walked side by side, gradually shifting into an amiable arm over the shoulder.
"Dear brother, let me be ugly upfront, hitting you will be like hitting... a younger brother, however, I please. Even if you die, I can fish you out from the Netherworld and continue to thrash you. So, think carefully before you speak," Lu Bei said, issuing a threat.
Fox San, now carrying eight years of additional memories as the fox spirit Daji from the era of King Zhou, didn't see it as particularly significant. Since he had taken on the script of a feeble-minded ruler, he didn't lay a finger on Daji. The memory of eight years, all spent in the Cold Palace, was the same with or without—it didn't affect the brotherly bond.
What worried him was another rumor, also from the mouth of the Abandoning Scripture: Taisu = Tayin = Lu Bei.
That was a real mess, for if Fox San were to lose hope, they might no longer be able to carry on as brothers.
