Wu Yun grabs Xue Zhuan by the sleeve and pulls him inside the room.
"Wu Yun, who's this?" Shu Luan asks, getting up from the table. He takes a closer look at Xue Zhuan and realization dawns on him. "Are you King Zhuanlun?"
"Is this the problem you needed help with?" Xue Zhuan asks, giving Shu Luan a confused look.
"Yes," then he leans closer to Xue Zhuan's ear, to whisper. "Can you make him unconscious?"
"Uh sure," Xue Zhuan says, and snaps his fingers.
Shu Luan's eyes roll back on their sockets and he falls down on the bed, in a dead faint.
Wu Yun runs to his side, to make sure his head didn't hit anything and that he isn't bleeding anywhere. "You could have been more careful," he says, glaring at Xue Zhuan.
Xue Zhuan waves away his concern, with a careless flick of his sleeves, and squats down next to Lan Tian. "He's fine, now are you going to tell me why you wanted me to knock him out in the first place?"
