Wen Kexing held the reins of his horse loosely in one hand, while his other came up to rub his own chin. He asked, “At that time, there were two parties who separately hired two waves of Scorpions, wanting this little tyke’s life…”

Zhou Zishu cut him off. “The red-clothed Delighted Mourning Ghost was likely not intending to kill him. If he had wanted to, he would have done so earlier. He wouldn't have spent so much time talking nonsense with him.”

Wen Kexing turned his head around, gazing at him in thought, and said, “So, you’re thinking of rooting out the people behind that batch of Poisonous Scorpion suicide warriors? Can it be...that you’ve come here in order to locate that bunch of Poisonous Scorpions? Can it be that the Poisonous Scorpions’ den is in Luoyang?”

Zhang Chengling gazed at Wen Kexing adoringly, finding this senior really too clever, as he could deduce paragraphs upon paragraphs from a small morsel of information. Zhou Zishu humphed coldly, and said, “Do you talk so much nonsense just to demonstrate that you’re a little more capable than that little tyke?”

Wen Kexing was thick-skinned, and ignored it completely. He continued asking, "Can it be that you know where the Poisonous Scorpions' den is?"

Reflexively, Zhou Zishu went to take another sip of wine. He brought it to his mouth, but recalled what that Wen scumbag had put in the flask, and had no choice but to set it down again. In his whole life, he abhorred others ruining good wine the most; glaring at Wen Kexing venomously, he said coldly, "Just because you don't know about it doesn't mean that I’m unaware of it."

Wen Kexing hastily sweet-talked him, “That is so, that is so. Lord Zhou is of divine brilliance and has numerous aces up his sleeve. How can such an ordinary commoner like me ever aspire to reach your lofty level?”

Zhou Zishu felt that he was a glib talker who brought his nonsense with him everywhere he went, and wanted to punch him badly. Then he thought about it, felt like he might not be able to beat him in a fight, and turned his head aside in a wise decision, ignoring him.

The three people made their way into Luoyang City. After they had filled their stomachs at an inn and rested sufficiently, Zhou Zishu called Zhang Chengling into his room.

At first, Zhang Chengling did not understand the purpose of the order, and ran over joyfully. Yet, without warning, Zhou Zishu’s palm hurtled towards his shoulder. Instantly, Zhang Chengling knew that this was another of his shifu’s impromptu tests; unable to counter it in time, he bent and ducked away, squirming underneath Zhou Zishu’s arm ungracefully.