Chen Ji darted through the narrow alley, with Wu Yun keeping pace with him on the eaves.
Wu Yun meowed, "That senior brother of yours is a bit odd."
Chen Ji panted, "If he weren't odd, he wouldn't have been expelled from the sect."
Wu Yun was curious, "I wonder why Master spared his life back then, was he being soft-hearted?"
Chen Ji turned out of Red Factory Alley, looked around, and then chose to head east along Chessboard Street: "Maybe it wasn't so simple. The Dean's account doesn't match the Master's; too much time has passed, and nobody knows what really happened back then. Besides, I still don't know when this senior brother joined the Military Intelligence Department, and what role my uncle played in all of this."
