Late into the night, the rain was going strong as Xi Shen stepped out to stand at the Pavilion’s entrance.
However, his legs wobble uncontrollably and he had to lean against the door to stabilize himself.
His face looked exhausted and his lips trembled a bit. He had talked so much he could have sworn he had sprained his tongue.
A severe migraine also wracked his skull because of all the thinking he had to do to come up with that nonsense.
Turning to look inside the Pavilion, he saw that Bai Xiaofung and Zen had their eyes close while sitting around the table.
Xi Shen cursed them in his heart for making him go through this, and he cursed himself as well for allowing himself to be swayed by Zen’s sincerity.
Sighing to himself, Xi Shen said, “What the hell? Did all that nonsense actually do something for them?”
Xi Shen looked at the two once again, before he shook his head and turn away.
His throat was parched so he took out a wine gourd and popped the cork.