In the quiet room, Lu Bei amused himself with the Jade Gourd and the Sky-Overturning Seal, endlessly entertained by the daily ritual.
Besides him, no one knew what he was so tickled by.
The door to the quiet room was knocked, and in came Zhao Wuyou, unbidden. With a face full of apparent sadness, she arrived before his seat holding a battered helmet. Without uttering a word, she just sat there, staring straight at Lu Bei.
Her gaze was so intense that it made Lu Bei's skin crawl, instinctively causing him to crumple his robe tighter around himself.
Oh please, sister, haven't we already agreed that Master Lu is immune to female charm? Why do you persist? Can you afford to pay if your persona collapses?
"Master Lu, can Wuyou share some grievances with you?"
"Talking is ok, but don't interrupt, and certainly don't touch. If you do, I will take you down." After muttering this, Lu Bei carefully put away his treasures and shifted to give Zhao Wuyou half of the seat.
