The pulse at the wrist was one of the vital areas that a martial artist would guard fiercely; the Great Shaman, an honest man, paused upon hearing this, and reached out to place his fingers on Zhou Zishu’s wrist as he asked in bewilderment, “What breed of dog is so capable as to land a bite on you?”

Zhou Zishu was silent. Wen Kexing, who was sitting to the side and listening quietly, suddenly reached out to bring his arm to Zhou Zishu’s mouth, sighing, “I knew that you’d hold a grudge, petty as you are. You’ve not let me enter your room for three days because of this trivial matter. Here, for you, bite me back.”

Lord Seventh, who had just sat down to drink some tea, choked. Gu Xiang clutched at her face and turned away, expressing that she had seen nothing, nothing at all.

The corner of Zhou Zishu’s eye twitched. Reaching out to yank Wen Kexing’s hand out of the way, Zhou Zishu said, expression unchanging, “We’re in public. You should still preserve some sense of shame.”

Wen Kexing smiled, but this smile was a little perfunctory, like he could not eke out any more energy to tease Zhou Zishu with. Turning all his focus onto the Great Shaman, he stared at him unblinkingly as though a flower had suddenly bloomed on the Great Shaman’s face.

After a long while, the Great Shaman finally released Zhou Zishu’s wrist. Immediately, Wen Kexing asked, “How is it?”

The Great Shaman hesitated, then spoke honestly. “It is a little more severe than I thought--Manor Lord Zhou, have you suffered another injury these few days?”

Zhou Zishu pulled his wrist back, adjusted his sleeve with light movements, and dropped his gaze. As though it was nothing, he smiled and said, “When one roams the jianghu, injuries he does accrue.”

Being Nanjiang-born, there were some slight differences to the Great Shaman’s features from those of the Central Plains. His eyes were very deep-set, and appeared some degrees darker than those of others. He looked at Zhou Zishu with a steady gaze, then, after a while, said as though a revelation had dawned on him, “Manor Lord Zhou, if I did not have the slightest bit of confidence, I would not have come to look for you and cause you more trouble. You may be a little more at ease.”

Zhou Zishu lifted his gaze to look at him, and squeezed out a laugh. “If it involves crippling my martial abilities…”