Zhou Zishu raised his brows, deciding that he should be even more shameless; he would not be beaten by this person. His mind made up, he conveniently tugged at Wen Kexing’s sleeves to wipe his hand on them, then took out a silver ingot from his chest and threw it downstairs without any strength. It hit the increasingly offensive waiter on the head; the man was going to yell at whoever did that but his anger vanished once he picked up the object and realized it was shiny silver.

He heard Zhou Zishu’s lazy drawl, “Put him on my tab.”

Naturally, the waiter shut up, his head lowered with words of affirmation. The young man in blue clothes immediately looked at Zhou Zishu gratefully and went upstairs to thank the other in person.

Zhou Zishu pointed at the table that was now empty of food and said to Wen Kexing, “Saving him is on me, this meal is on you. Write that down, you owe me three silver liangs4 now.”

Wen Kexing spoke in a small voice, “Can I use my body to pay back the debt?”

Zhou Zishu smiled, unruffled. “Sorry, my taste is not that refined yet.”

The young man had reached where they were sitting. Both hid away their sneaky smiles and displayed the most heroic demeanor possible. The young man bowed deeply, “My name is Cao Weining, please receive this gesture as my token of deepest gratitude for your help.”

Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu both spoke at the same time, “It’s nothing, Young Master Cao, there’s no need to be so formal.”

They glanced at each other meaningfully afterwards, basking in the peculiarity of the situation.

Zhou Zishu coughed and looked away first. “Please sit, Young Master Cao. My name is Zhou Xu, and this one is…”

“Wen Kexing.” The other smiled and nodded. He sat quietly and a bit distantly from them, his behaviors the perfect image of a gentleman.

After thanking them, Cao Weining sat down without a doubt. He was a closed-door disciple5 from Qing Feng Sword Sect and this was his first time experiencing life in jianghu. He got separated from his Uncle-Master and unknowingly ran into a thief, which was why he was in this embarrassing situation. He was well and truly clueless about what to do until Zhou Zishu’s rescue; consequently, he deemed this person to be such a righteous individual, even his sickly face didn’t seem that grotesque at all to him.