"Ah~" Zhang Xiaohu sighed, seemingly swayed by Zhang Xiaohua's bizarre stories, he said, "Alright, now that things have come to this, if you're not willing to dilute it with a bit of stone milk and fresh water, I can't do anything about it. Seeing how this used bathwater could win the good graces of the female disciples at Mingcui Hall does make me quite interested, to say nothing of the people you were talking about just now!"
"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohua chuckled scornfully. "Exactly, the whole thing is a real test of one's conscience. Unwittingly, you could end up grinding your conscience to dust, and after a while, you won't even know what conscience is!"
Zhang Xiaohu touched his chest and said, "Thankfully, this matter just makes me feel a little uneasy, so my conscience won't have to be on the hot seat."
