Wen Kexing felt that this person spoke confusingly by using pretentious references from literary works and cobbling unrelated events together. He found him unreliable and increasingly unpleasant to the eye, and thought that the words “The genteel sophisticated accumulate great falsehoods, while the simple boorish accumulate great virtue” were indeed true: a person who talked a lot of nonsense indeed inspired his loathing, even if he was a beauty, or an absolute beauty. Tugging Zhou Zishu along, Wen Kexing said, “Yes, yes, yes, we won’t disturb your rest, we still have some matters to see to…”

However, the Great Shaman set down the chess piece he was fiddling with, as he shook his head and smiled. Rising to his feet, he said, “Manor Lord Zhou, I see that you are not in great spirits, and your countenance appears to be somewhat languishing. Could I take your pulse?”

Zhou Zishu hesitated, but Wen Kexing’s hand on him tightened abruptly.

The playful mischief on Lord Seventh’s face had vanished. He frowned, asking, “What is it?”

The Great Shaman said, “I will need to take a look before I can tell with accuracy. Though, forgive me for saying so directly, Manor Lord Zhou—looking at you now, you show signs of a person on their last legs. What, exactly, has happened?”

Upon hearing this, Wen Kexing released Zhou Zishu slowly, his irreverent expression growing serious.

Out of the blue, Lord Seventh said, “Why, does Helian Yi refuse to spare even you?”

“Helian Yi” was the true name[5] of the current Emperor, yet, he uttered it so nonchalantly. No one at present noticed this minute detail, though; all those in the know and outside of it were looking at Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zishu only chuckled lightly, stretching out his wrist to lay it flat in the Great Shaman’s hand. “Lord Seventh, what kind of place that is, and...what kind of person he is, shouldn’t you know more clearly than I do?”

The Great Shaman placed three fingers over Zhou Zishu’s pulse. His brow knitted more severely, and after a long while, he finally released Zhou Zishu. Gently, he sighed, and asked, “I have heard that Tian Chuang has a Three-Autumn Nails of the Seven Acupunctures…”

“Indeed.”

“You have nailed one into your body every three months, allowing them to grow into your body and letting your meridians wilt bit by bit, so that you would not lose your mind and can still retain a few levels of core strength. Am I correct?”

Lord Seventh’s eyelid twitched. Still, Zhou Zishu smiled, and said, “The Great Shaman has an observant eye.”

Yet, the Great Shaman ignored him, clasping his hands behind his back and pacing around the room slowly. Wen Kexing felt an abrupt sense of panic and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, it was Lord Seventh who helped him ask, “Wu Xi, do you have a solution?”