Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 598 - 337: Alzheimer’s Disease, A Common Human Condition_2

Seeing the attempt to sponge off a meal failed, and even facing potential trouble, she immediately activated her passive skill.

[Lily does not stand under a dangerous wall]

The bracelet on her wrist flashed with a golden light, and she teleported herself away.

Before leaving, she also took the peach from the table.

After teleporting and running away, and then rolling a good distance to make sure those two wouldn't chase her, Lily munching on the peach she took, muttered, "Huh, two senile fools. If you don't feed me, don't feed me, why be mean?"

"Right, Maoma..."

Lily reached out to her side to grab, but caught nothing.

It was then that she remembered she seemed to have left Maomao behind.

"Damn it, when I was leaving I only thought about the peach, but Maomao won't starve in a day... Forget it, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

…

The next day.

"Senior brother, be careful when you go out, I'll rest a bit more~" Junior Sister reached out beside her to feel, but grasped at emptiness.

"Got it, I'll be back soon, be good." Zhang Ze squeezed Junior Sister's little hand and bent down to lightly kiss her cheek.

"Mm, bye-bye~"

After a night of intense debate and close combat, Zhang Ze regained his role as head of the family, and reconciled with Junior Sister in the second half of verbal sparring.

The two reached a consensus that being forgetful is indeed common nature.

Meanwhile, regarding last night's conflict and unhappiness, they each expressed their opinions. After some in-depth discussions and explorations, they traced the root of the problem to 'wicked Lily, deserving of punishment', a hundred-year-old issue of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

In short, harmony.

The invigorated Zhang Ze, after heading out, soon found himself at the entrance of the Everywhere Pass Flying Ship Business, Thousand Mechanism Town branch.

This place was quite remote, located on the outskirts of Thousand Mechanism Town, far from the commercial street and the Hall of Trial, with barely a soul visible here for half a day.

And this branch didn't look like a proper business, lacking someone to welcome guests at the door, and no flashy sign with dragon and phoenix effects.

If not for the closed door hanging a wooden sign saying the flying ship business was open, and several brand-new flying ships parked in the backyard, Zhang Ze would have had a hard time finding the place.

Looking at the slightly ajar door of the branch, Zhang Ze was honest about feeling a bit nervous now.

He was truly afraid that once he pushed the door open, he'd see inside standing a Cyan Dragon with a white beard touching the floor, a Black Tortoise who's highly intelligent with glasses, a buff guy as the White Tiger, and a Vermilion Bird with a cheongsam slit up to the neck.

And then these misfit characters would all kneel, shouting, welcoming the Dragon King, Warrior God, back.

Zhang Ze thought, if this Everywhere Pass was indeed his handiwork, it wouldn't be impossible.

Squeak~

Zhang Ze gently pushed open the door of the Everywhere Pass branch; he breathed a sigh of relief as it didn't have White Tiger or Black Tortoise inside.

The room was dark, with no extra furnishings, and behind the counter opposite the door lay a thin man.

The morning light leaking through the door slit illuminated some gray in the man's hair, his shoulders twitched, then he looked up.

A face ordinary to the extreme.

"You came?" the man said after glancing at Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze's heart skipped, "I came."

"Then come in," the middle-aged cultivator said and stopped paying attention to Zhang Ze, focusing on tidying the slightly messy counter.

His movements were slow, orderly.

Watching the middle-aged cultivator's actions, Zhang Ze increasingly felt this person was unfathomable, not just because of his attitude, but mostly because Zhang Ze couldn't discern his cultivation.

Unfathomable!

Zhang Ze stepped forward, leaned against the opposite of the counter, slightly inclining his body, assuming the demeanor of an agent meeting his contact.

"I'm Zhang Ze," Zhang Ze whispered.

The middle-aged cultivator raised an eyebrow, looked around, and copying Zhang Ze, leaned in, covering his mouth, said.

"I'm Xu Wuqiang, you can call me Brother Qiang."

Watching Brother Qiang's actions, especially his hand, Zhang Ze's heart skipped again, feeling Brother Qiang increasingly unfathomable.

"You know me, right?" Zhang Ze's expression unchanged, he asked.

"Of course, no one here doesn't know you," Brother Qiang replied.

Zhang Ze deeply looked at Brother Qiang, stepped back from the counter, "That's good, I want to meet your current 'boss', please arrange it, Brother Qiang."

"No problem, please wait a moment, guest." Brother Qiang nodded.

After speaking, Brother Qiang bent down, completely exposing his weaknesses to Zhang Ze, and it was a while before he straightened up from under the counter, holding a box.

Holding a key, he slowly fiddled for many moments before the box opened with a click.

Brother Qiang took out an ancient scroll that looked somewhat yellowed from the box.

Zhang Ze squinted his eyes, feeling anticipation, sensing that secrets from the past seemed close to being revealed before him.

Brother Qiang glanced at Zhang Ze, blew off some dust, and slowly unfolded the ancient scroll in front of Zhang Ze...

Lines and text appeared on the yellowed ancient scroll.

Brother Qiang's hands, with clearly defined joints, slapped the scroll, spoke in a deep voice.

"Name, sect, departure time, any relatives, whether you need a flying ship crash notification service, VIP ticket, seat ticket, standing ticket, or hanging ticket, and... basically just fill it in from top to bottom yourself."

Zhang Ze, "?"

Wait, where's the promised ancient secret?

What's with the flying ship liability contract?

Zhang Ze glanced at the contract before him, confirmed there was no array language, pointed at his own nose, and said deliberately.