Chapter 91 The Killer of His Son (1/2)

Chapter 91 – The Killer of His Son

Tong was taken aback by the sudden question. He looked at his master in confusion.

Lu Zhi was also shocked by the frank behavior of his colleague. He patted Sima Fang's shoulder to remind him of his action and introduced him to Tong.

”Disciple, this is the person you wanted to meet, Sima Fang. Jiangong, I think I don't have to introduce you my disciple, right?”

Sima Fang raised his eyebrows when he heard from Lu Zhi that Tong wanted to meet him.

”Ho? Did you want to see me? What a coincidence. I always want to talk to you, too. But first, answer my question! Did you kill my son?”

A deep frown appeared on the face of Tong. He did not prepare for the interrogation by the father of Sima Xin.

The first thought that came up in Tong's mind was to lie about the incident. However, Sima Fang was known to be strict and upright like a ladder. If he was caught lying, the Sima Clan might end up becoming his enemy as a consequence.

Tong resolved himself and stared into the eyes of Sima Fang.

”Yes, I killed him.”

Sima Fang stared back at Tong in silence. He also did not expect Tong to actually confess because he just randomly questioned him to probe his character.

'I just made a wild guess. Why did he confess that he killed him? I haven't even told him the details about my son.'

Baffled by Tong's confession, Sima Fang looked into Tong's eyes to see if he had the cloud of deception, which he could not find any but the absolute determination and sincerity.

The facial expression of Sima Fang softened. He understood Tong's character somewhat.

”I haven't told you the description of my son, yet you told me right away that you've killed him. Did you know him?”

Tong wanted to slam his face into the ground right now. He finally realized his mistake.

'Fudge! Why did I always get myself tricked by the natives here!?'

He turned to look at his master at the side by instinct. He had done goof yet again. He was afraid that his master would notice this and gave him another sermon.

Lu Zhi stood still and smiled at Tong. He gestured with his lips.

'Next classes, I'll give you extra lessons about wits and politic interactions.'

A chill ran down his spine. Tong had learned about Lu Zhi's personality the hard way. Each lesson he taught Tong usually lasted for 10 to 12 hours straight. Yet, he just told Tong that there would be extra ”lessons”, and that ”lessons” had an ”S” as plural. He probably needed a few weeks to finish all of Lu Zhi's Spartan training.

Giving up to his fate, Tong looked at Sima Fang and told him about the first encounter between him and Sima Xin.

”I met him last year. He came with his friends to kidnap my fiance to take her to Guo Dian at that time. We ended up fighting, and he ran away. We met each other again when I raided Guo Dian's army camp. I killed him in the battle.”

Tong withheld the information about the existence of the otherworlders and the quests. He did not want to give out unnecessary details to make Sima Fang wary of him.

Lu Zhi had advised Tong about his special power in the past months, which he should not recklessly flaunt his power or brag about it too much as high-ranking officials and scholars looked down upon the fortune tellers and the likes.

Most of these people practiced traditional Confucianism since young, so they held firm beliefs in rationalistic and philosophy. The supernatural phenomenal might irritate them.

Sima Fang nodded as the explanation was plausible. He knew that Guo Dian was not a righteous fellow, but he never dreamt that he was corrupted to this extent.

Thinking that he had misjudged his friend and sent his son to his death, Sima Fang felt depressed.

”And how did you know that he was my son?”

Tong had a wry smile on his face. He continued answering Sima Fang's questions.

”I had my men investigated when he had first appeared in my village. I got his name, so I thought he might be related to you because both of you share the same surname.”

”Hmm. Alright, then. Three more questions …”

Sima Fang closed his eyes. He fell into deep thought and reminiscing the face of his eldest son for 10 minutes. After he controlled his emotions, he opened his eyes and asked out.

”How was my son in his last moment?”

Sima Fang's eyes were bloodshot and teary. Although he tried his best to keep his sadness inside, he could not control the sense of loss.

Seeing the grieving look of the middle-aged man, Tong bit his lower lip. It made him felt guilty for killing Sima Xin.

”He … was a valiant warrior. He was the only opponent in that battle that almost took my life.”