Gu Xiang rolled her eyes and looked up at the starry sky, wishing that she could knock Zhang Chengling into unconsciousness again.

Lord Seventh appeared to be unfamiliar with the pugilists. He paused, and asked, “Who are they?”

The man in black beside him said, “The Earth God Feng Xiaofeng and the Gaoshan slave, the ones in flowery colours…they probably ran into Peach Red Grandma and Green Willow Grandpa.”

His gaze flashed towards Zhang Chengling like lightning, and he asked coldly, “Although they are shady characters, they have their own independent identities and will never work in tandem with the Poisonous Scorpions. Why are they hunting you down?”

Once his gaze swept over Zhang Chengling, Zhang Chengling felt like a frigid block of stone was pressing on his chest, and he choked on the spot.

Yet, Lord Seventh laughed, and said, “Little Venom, don’t scare the kid.” Hearing this, the man in black faithfully dropped his gaze and, like an ancient monk entering mediation, no longer paid any attention to Zhang Chengling and Gu Xiang.

Lord Seventh’s gaze paused on an antsy Gu Xiang, before he turned to Zhang Chengling and suddenly asked, “Kid, let me ask you, does your shifu have the surname of Zhou?”

Gu Xiang was deeply afraid that Zhang Chengling would reveal other pieces of information, and answered hastily before he could, “You’re wrong, his shifu doesn’t have the surname ‘Zhou’, but is surnamed ‘Tang[25]’, he’s a sleazy and perverted old fart!”

Yet, her pig-like comrade Zhang Chengling frowned at her, and said with a righteous air, “My shifu isn’t some sleazy and perverted old fart, you’re talking rubbish!”

Gu Xiang’s ten fingers thrummed with the urge to strangle him dead.

Lord Seventh shook his head and laughed out loud. “Where did this mischievous and clever little maiden come from? That’s enough, we are not bad men. Come to think of it, your Zhou-shifu is still a good friend of mine from the past.”

Gu Xiang’s pupils darted back and forth with an idea. “Say, then, what is his shifu called, and what does he look like?”

Lord Seventh said, “His shifu’s surname is Zhou, and his name is…”

He suddenly paused, his hooded eyes narrowing as he pondered for a beat, thinking: Zhou Zishu, that person, was used to hiding behind partial truths. Surely he would not use his own name, so what would he call himself?