He followed alongside him, almost falling into the steps he would have taken back when he would have offered his assistance to him before. It was different now. They were different too. Who knew what their relationship will look like now that their masks were off.

"I'm certain in the morning after you are well-rested, we can have an audience with Master Shen and catch you up. There is nothing dire happening at the moment. It has been peaceful for the most part, asides from waking up in a different body but I've been told strange things happen here often.

I see. It seems not even the world can contain you if you have a plan. How formidable." He shook his head there was no real malice in his words.

"Look Huaisang, I am very tired. Aren't you? I am tired of the games and politics and working around public opinion. I am tired of looking behind my back for a dagger that may come from anywhere.

I want safety. And if I have a new life, I certainly do not wish to squander it, making the same mistakes I had before. What did all of that effort even get me? If I can regain what is mine on my back rather than with blood then so be it.

I have no wish nor reason to harm anyone here. If anything the people who reside here have been kind to me. I want to repay that.

Really? What kind of tyrant would have been? Did you force them into mass fan painting?"