Weisheng quietly sat on his table in the Arbiter's Hall, going through memory records of spirits. The Arbiter had long noticed Weisheng's arrival in the Hall, but he dared not say a word. Weisheng didn't greet the Arbiter, so the Arbiter didn't bother greeting him in case he wanted space. After taking care of Mengzhen's body, the Arbiter hadn't been able to talk to Weisheng.
The Arbiter looked at Weisheng from the other side of the room. He was strolling between shelves, making himself look busy. But in reality, he was trying to gauge Weisheng's situation. After that night, the Arbiter had gone through Yuan Li's memories. He knew it wasn't pleasant, he just didn't think it would affect Weisheng so gravely.
Weisheng continued to work mindlessly, and the Arbiter couldn't see him like that. So, he walked up to his table.
"Big Brother," The Arbiter called him, then opened his mouth to speak further when glared at by Weisheng.
"Shut up."
