Witnessing this, Zhou Zishu shook his head internally, feeling that the Huashan Sect would bear a profound hatred towards Wen Kexing this time.

To show his appreciation for Wen Kexing’s offer, he took the chance to sneak off with Zhang Chengling without delay, and stole two horses from somewhere. He threw Zhang Chengling onto the horse’s back, and took him far away, the dust settling behind them.

Zhang Chengling's riding was bad--he was bad at all aspects of it. They had not set out for long before he could hardly catch up with Zhou Zishu, swaying to and fro on the horse's back.

Zhou Zishu sighed internally. He knew that Zhang Chengling was a block of wood, and so did not expect from him the qualities of a wooden support beam, abandoning the horse after they had covered some distance. He took Zhang Chengling, and leapt over the wall into a long-abandoned, rundown courtyard, letting this youth who had been terrified for the whole day rest for a bit.

A short while later, the front door of this abandoned yard was suddenly pushed open by someone outside. Zhang Chengling jumped up in paranoia, only to see Wen Kexing stumble in, shaky on his feet.

At first, Zhang Chengling thought he was only acting drunk, but upon a second look now, he discovered that he was so drunk that he could not tell the four cardinal directions from one another. He stumbled a few steps like a headless fly zipping around, sinking onto one knee in front of Zhou Zishu. His body pitched forward, and he fell to the floor.

Zhou Zishu hastily pulled his face up for a look, and saw that Wen Kexing's face was flushed red, devoid of any injuries. But Wen Kexing still knew to direct a dazed laugh at him, hugging Zhou Zishu's legs tightly. Rolling to the side, he lay on the floor, using those two legs as either his pillow or his blanket.

Zhou Zishu couldn't help but ask, "Did you fall into a wine jar?"

Wen Kexing said, tongue heavy in his mouth, “Yesterday I, found a wine, wine cellar...mn, I spent a night in there, drank more than ten jars...how satisfying, how satisfying!”

He had really drunk too much. Once he started laughing, he couldn’t stop, clinging tightly onto Zhou Zishu’s leg, burying his face into it, still murmuring ‘how satisfying’.”

At a loss for words, Zhou Zishu watched his head loll to one side and start to snore, fast asleep while the sun was still up, and therefore concluded that this person was really spending his energy on frivolous things.

Chapter 32: Rong Xuan

While the three of them just sauntered away without a care, the Gao Family at the moment was in utter chaos. Cao Weining was still fuming that this affair was obviously due to Huashan Sect’s unscrupulous behaviour; to stop him from idle talk, he simply commanded him, “Shut up.”