"My lord, actually I've never really considered you as my lord."
Zheng Fan exhaled a smoke ring and nodded,
"I know."
"I became a zombie because I refused to submit to the person above me—whether as a human or a zombie, I don't like to bow down."
"Hmm."
"However, whenever I call you 'my lord,' it doesn't feel burdensome."
"Why?"
"Because I know you don't take it to heart, as you said before, 'my lord' is just a title, no different from any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Here, you could be named Firstname Lastname."
"Haha."
"Also, I want to regain my strength, or better yet, all seven of us want to recover our strength as soon as possible. Without strength, we'll never have true freedom."
"I know."
Liang Cheng flicked off some ash,
and said:
"There's one more thing—I've always liked this kind of life. Though I've never told you, perhaps you and the others think I lead the troops because I know how to,
but in reality, I genuinely enjoy this feeling.
