The scene was instantly filled with shocked cries of "Sect Leader!"

Yu Qiufeng panicked, pointed to Zhou Zishu and said, "Where has this unorthodoxy come from; unless, he belongs to the Ghosts? Don't let him leave!"

He couldn't win, and so pinned falsehoods to him. The corner of Zhou Zishu's mouth twitched. He had no intention of quarrelling with them, so he hugged Zhang Chengling, and was countless zhang away in the blink of an eye. The scene was in chaos; Cao Weining was stammering his defenses of Zhou Zishu, others like Gao Chong and Zhao Jing remaining silent with unknown intentions, and there was a bunch of idiots led by Yu Qiufeng encouraged to quarrel without knowing the true reason why they were doing so.

They were shouting and hollering, like a marketplace of animals.

Zhou Zishu maneuvered through the crowd like a ghost, occasionally striking out to fend off a few that bumped into him. Because of the Lapis Armour, Zhang Chengling, in his arms, had become no more than a piece of meat that everyone wanted to take a bite out of; Yu Qiufeng seemed to morph into a mad dog all of a sudden, hot on his heels. Zhou Zishu only felt that this Huashan Sect Leader was like an old hag, unwilling to let it go!

The flames of annoyance raged in his heart. He stopped, whirled around, intending to meet him face on.

At this moment, a whip-like shadow suddenly broke through the air, coincidentally blocking Yu Qiufeng’s path. Thereafter, he was met with the smell of alcohol. Zhou Zishu focused his eyes. That disheveled man covered in the smell of alcohol, was in fact Wen Kexing, who had left even without saying a word of goodbye last night.

Wen Kexing’s eyes were completely bloodshot, his steps clumsy with the sloppiness unique to drunkards. He smiled lecherously at Zhou Zishu, intending to posture himself charismatically, alluringly, but it was ruined by a drunken belch--he said, “A-Xu, leave...leave first, I’ll help you stop...stop them.”

Before he even finished his sentence, he lurched a step, exactly like a roly-poly toy in the wind, head tilting and tail wobbling, causing the onlooker to worry. Then he dodged all of the blows Yu Qiufeng struck at him.

Amidst his wobbling, the whip in his hand cracked lawlessly; somehow, it “just happened” to loop around Yu Qiufeng’s calf, and under the gaze of all, tripped the Huashan Sect Leader head-over-heels.

Wen Kexing even rubbed his eyes vigorously, stepping the dance steps of the Yang folk dance with his noodle-like legs as he tilted his head to watch the furiously embarrassed Yu Qiufeng. His hand waved in front of his eyes, and he said, tongue heavy in his mouth, "Hey, you, the one with…two, two heads, did…did you drink too much as well? What are you crawling on the ground for?"