"He's dead."
"You're talking nonsense, how would you know if he's dead or not?"
Old Tian was a bit unsure, and said hesitantly: "It seems he's really dead."
"If he were dead, he would surely have invited me to perform a funeral ritual; I haven't done a ritual for him, so he's not dead!"
"Makes sense."
"Come on, I'll take you to find him."
"Alright, let's go!"
Li Sanjiang bent down, lifted Old Tian onto his back, and instead of returning to the room, he went downstairs.
Upon reaching the open space, Li Sanjiang tossed Old Tian into a three-wheeler, then hopped on himself and pedaled away.
By now, Li Zhiyuan had realized there was something unusual about Grandmaster's drunkenness tonight.
Drunk, indeed, but from here on, there seemed to be some external force at play.
"Hey, this road was just repaired recently, why is it so bumpy and twisting..."
Li Sanjiang shook the handlebars as he rode, the three-wheeler zig-zagging down the road.
