Wen Kexing watched the figure of him leave, as though he was a little perplexed and did not understand why. Lifting his hand to knock, he braced his other hand on the windowpane, preparing to break in via the window to experience the thrill of a rapist for once.

Unexpectedly, the door opened. Wen Kexing, who was preparing to commit a wicked deed, was stunned. Even when Zhou Zishu turned slightly to let him in, he was still stuck in a not-oft-seen dumbfounded manner, and said, “You're…letting me in?”

Zhou Zishu cast a glance at him, and cocked an eyebrow. "Not coming in? Forget it, then." Lifting his hand, he moved to close the door, but Wen Kexing hastily pushed his hand aside and wormed his way in, brows spread in joy.

Yet Zhou Zishu lit the candles, without the slightest sign of going to rest for the night. He bent to pour two cups of tea, and sat down by the table. Eyes lowered, he did not appear to have any intention of joking around, but seemed like he had something serious to discuss.

Wen Kexing watched him for a while with a cheeky smile, but slowly, the expression on his face faded. He picked up a teacup, but held it in his hand without drinking from it. Leaning against the backrest of his chair, he stretched out his legs, crossed them, and turned his head to the side to look at Zhou Zishu. He asked, “Why, do you have something to say to me? Have you decided to entrust yourself to me in marriage from now on, or…”

Zhou Zishu broke him off with a short laugh. Raising his gaze to observe him, he said, "Don't you have something to say to me, Valley Master Wen?"

Wen Kexing's words caught in his throat. He opened his mouth, but only shook his head a long moment later. Smiling, he said, "The Great Shaman of Nanjiang is a capable figure. I am very assured if you leave with him."

Dipping the tip of his finger in tea, Zhou Zishu drew senseless patterns on the table surface. "Nothing else?"