"I understand," Zhao Xing nodded; he trusted Old Chen, which is why he said it—if it had been anyone else, he might not even bother finding a reason at all.
Otherwise, what if someone felt that Mountain Cat was extraordinary and wanted to borrow it to use? How would that be handled?
Thus, Zhao Xing didn't speak in absolutes, his choice of words included "seemingly" and "possibly."
Old Chen's attitude was also good, knowing to consider his interests.
He wasn't concerned about taking credit right now; he believed Old Chen would certainly take care of removing him from this matter.
As for whether he believed it or not, and how he would use this information if he did—that, Zhao Xing didn't think too much about.
His own stature was too young and tender; big matters still needed Old Chen to take the lead.
...
The day after returning to the city, which was also the last day of September, good news came from Zong Shichang's side: They had found the Preaching Paintings.
