Zhou Zishu gave him a quick glimpse, mentally shaking his head. He got the sense that Hua Shan Sect was going to become irreconcilable enemies with Wen Kexing this time around.

He’d gotten Wen Kexing’s message, and without delay, he snatched the chance to grab Zhang Chengling and strut away. Somehow, he thereafter managed to get two horses by stealing them under the cover of the crisis, threw Zhang Chengling onto a horse’s back, and brought him away so quickly the horses’ hooves didn’t even touch the ground.

Zhang Chengling was no good at horse-riding — he could hardly do anything at all, and he didn’t get very far before he wasn’t quite able to catch up with Zhou Zishu, wobbling to and fro on the horse.

Zhou Zishu sighed in his heart, aware that he was a chunk of rotten wood and shouldn’t be asked to be a support beam. They abandoned the horses after a spell, and he took Zhang Chengling into a courtyard that had been abandoned for quite some time, ordering the teen that had been on edge for the greater part of a day to stop and rest.

There hadn’t been a whole lot of time to work on that when the entrance of the desolate courtyard was suddenly pushed open by someone from the outside. Zhang Chengling promptly jumped up in blind panic just to see that it was Wen Kexing, who hobbled in with three sways to every step.

At the start, Zhang Chengling had believed that he was faking drunk, but against all present expectations, he found out that the other couldn’t distinguish between any of the cardinal directions and was moving about like a headless fly. The man plopped into a one-knee kneel in front of Zhou Zishu, then threw his body forwards and fell down.

Zhou Zishu quickly hefted the other’s face upwards for a look, seeing that his ruddy complexion showed absolutely no signs of injury and learning that he was smiling like an idiot at him. With two arms firmly embracing Zhou Zishu’s legs, he rolled to the side and laid on the ground, using those legs as either a pillow or a quilt (who knew which). “Did you fall into a wine jug?” Zhou Zishu couldn’t help but ask.

“Yesterday, I… found a wi— wine cellar… mmm, I soaked in it for a night, drank a dozen jars… merry, merry!”

He really had drunk too much, as once he started laughing, he couldn’t stop. He tightly hugged Zhou Zishu’s legs, snuggling his face onto them, and kept indistinctly mumbling “merry”.

Zhou Zishu silently watched him with a tilted head as he snored deeply in broad daylight. He thus concluded that this man had more than enough of his fill.

The translator says: *priest voice* look at this character i made. what a potato ass idiot