Wen Kexing was laughing so hard that he had to support himself with the wall, unable to stand straight. It was his first time discovering that this Zhou Xu was not only likable, but also had a sense of mischief that he did not realise he himself possessed, and this was too interesting.

But tragedy struck before he was done laughing; while everyone’s attention was focused on Zhou Zishu, Yu Qiufeng suddenly caused trouble. His long sword whistled as it left the scabbard, thrust towards Wen Kexing’s neck without warning.

Even though each word of his earlier was aimed at Zhou Zishu as if he had not seen Wen Kexing at all, he had actually been secretly taking note of him--even if Wen Kexing had turned into ashes, the elegant Huashan Sect Leader would still remember that it was he, who had made him tumble so disgracefully in front of so many onlookers. If he didn’t get revenge for this, Yu Qiufeng felt that he was disgracing his own identity as a man--of course, this was pure overthinking on Sect Leader Yu’s part, because even if he had gotten revenge, not even a fool on this earth would treat him as a man.

Wen Kexing slapped his palm on the wall and bent backwards, near horizontally, to dodge the blow. Determined, Yu Qiufeng’s sword arrived yet again in a flurry of strokes, each more vicious than the last. Wen Kexing was even more baffled. That day, he had really downed a lot of wine, and had been completely sloshed, unable to recall what year or day it had been; he had long forgotten about that “trivial misunderstanding” with Sect Leader Yu, and even if he had remembered, he would probably not think much of it--Yu Qiufeng wasn’t a prissy young maiden that needed to preserve her own beauty and face. If he tumbled, so be it, what was the big deal?

So he had entirely no clue how he, an “innocent” passer-by, had offended this Sect Leader Yu. Looking at his opponent’s attacks, it was as if he had snatched his wife--Wen Kexing felt very wronged, because men, in general, did not have male wives.

He didn’t retaliate, retreating without rest, saying, “Say, what do you mean by this?”

Yu Qiufeng gave a cold chuckle. “Those of unorthodox paths are of abominable evil. The masses demand for them to be clobbered, it is fruitless to explain this, die!”

Wen Kexing tilted his face to the side, avoiding the single thrust, and stuck out two fingers with accuracy, trapping Yu Qiufeng’s sword in between them. He scoffed, “Demand for them to be clobbered? My apologies, I’m not a rat, and I’m begging you to do this kind deed--don’t come after me bearing deep grudges like you’re rat poison!”

He made a soft noise of exertion, and Yu Qiufeng’s sword snapped in his hand.