It had been a while, and Jiao Ru had lost a lot of weight.
He used to be what you might call a nimble fat man, but now… he was a burly man with a full beard.
'Hai Pig,'
'the name didn't quite fit anymore.'
Unless the Hai Pig of the Twelve Star Constellations was meant to be a wild boar—strong and dark—in which case, it suited the current Jiao Ru perfectly.
"I didn't expect you to actually come back."
Zhu Ju strode forward slowly, speaking as he walked.
"What's the matter?"
"Couldn't get used to life outside the Divine Capital?"
"Someone like me can get used to anything," Hai Pig Jiaoru said, shaking his head with a complicated expression and a sigh.
"But in the Martial World, you can't always do as you please. Unless you disappear completely, it's hard to find peace in this life."
"Heh…"
"I don't mind living in obscurity, but I still have unfinished business in the Capital City and some grudges to settle."
His eyes narrowed, a trace of hatred on his face.
'Yin Tiger!'
