Chen Shouhu asked as he walked, "How did you two meet?"
Zhou Leng recounted the events.
Chen Shouhu was amazed, "You're getting along pretty well in the Ten Realms, you have friends everywhere—dwarves, giants, and now tree people too. You're like the social butterfly of the Ten Realms."
"Social butterfly is too tacky, my friends usually call me the Knight of the Ten Realms." Zhou Leng replied calmly.
"Yeah, right. As for Zhao He, how should I put it? He's not like Zhao Tong, a spoiled fool who's also bad, nor like Zhao Cong, the eldest of the Zhao Family, who's scheming and ruthless. At least Zhao He's decent overall, but you shouldn't get too close. You understand?"
"Understood." Zhou Leng naturally understood that anyone who could make Chen Shouhu put on a stern face in public was definitely not a good person. Coming from Xiongjing and the Military Gate, Chen Shouhu must know what he's talking about.
