The masked man laughed. "He's just a madman with tough skin and some ability to fight and kill at most. Now that a moment where he’s finally become of use has arrived, let him fight it out with that Zhao Jing. Since he has already arrived in Luoyang and paid you a visit, I’ll have to trouble you to ‘invite’ him, that senior, to carry out some labour.”

The Scorpion nodded and said, “Easily done.”

At this moment, that group of people, which was the target of this scheming, was still at ease.

That day, Zhang Chengling found Zhou Zishu and told him of his intention to leave with Gu Xiang and the others. Zhou Zishu rolled his eyes at him, and gave him a two-word reply: “Dream on.”

Zhang Chengling opened his mouth, and decided to take a leaf out of Wen Kexing’s book--pestering him relentlessly, following Zhou Zishu around for a whole day, nattering at him non-stop. Right up till when Zhou Zishu returned to his room at night and was about to slam the door shut, he stuck out a foot, wedged it in between the door and leant his hand against the door frame. Raising his head to stare mulishly at his shifu, he begged, “Shifu, allow me to leave, I can’t not do anything, I…”

Zhou Zishu’s gaze darkened. He was not a patient person; he had been in a good mood, so he had allowed this little tyke to pester him all day, but anyone would be annoyed by now too. He lifted a foot and kicked at his chest--Zhang Chengling thought that he was testing his martial skills, and flipped backwards merrily, dodging this blow. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Zhou Zishu shut the door on him with a thump.

At some point in time, Wen Kexing had materialised behind Zhang Chengling. Sighing at his beautiful, disrupted fantasies, he said, "Great, there's no way I can enter by the door now."

Zhang Chengling's head drooped. He stood to the side like an eggplant that had been defeated by the frost; Wen Kexing's lamentful tone sounded as though he had been the cause of Wen Kexing's non-entry. Wen Kexing sighed again, and hinted, "If a man keeps empty chambers, his desires might often go unsated. When his desires go unsated, he might do some irrational things. When he loses his sense of rationality, he might…"

Although Zhang Chengling was a little slow to react, he wasn't stupid. In that instant, he sensed a killing aura rise from Wen Kexing, like a white cloud of vapour billowing from a crate of buns steaming over the fire; frightened, he leapt to his feet and scrambled away, vanishing from Wen Kexing's line of sight.