"No need." Lu Shu waved his hand and put his trident back into his Seal of Lands. "It's too dangerous. You may die there."
Zhao Yongchen was silent for a long moment. "Thank you."
The job of an intelligence agent was always risky. They knew they might lay down their lives for their country any day if the mission called for it. But who wanted to die, really?
Zhao Yongchen and others were always concerned about who would assume the role of the person in charge of overseas matters. What if it would be someone who did not care about their lives at all? At the very least, this man in front of him right now was not that kind of person. It made Zhao Yongchen realize that to this man, he was not a dispensable pawn, but a living person.
"Sir, are you the ninth Heavenly King?" Zhao Yongchen suddenly asked.
Lu Shu stopped when he was about to push open the door. "No."
