Weisheng sat on the steps of the deck, out of breath and unable to process what had happened. If he wanted, he could've used his powers to push everyone away from the deck. But he resisted for fear that he could unknowingly hurt Xiaoling. He wasn't good at controlling his powers yet, even with the Renshu bracelet.
Zisheng also sighed and sat on the steps, ensuring he sat above Weisheng. He kept his distance.
Weisheng frowned and turned around to look back, "Why are you still here?"
Zisheng half-smiled, "You sound like you missed me."
Weisheng exhaled in disbelief, "Of course, I did. If you run away with someone else's Primordial Soul, of course, I'll miss you."
"When did you find out I had her soul?" Zisheng asked in awe, "Was it when you refused to kill me?"
Weisheng frowned and looked away. He didn't want to talk with the likes of Zisheng anymore.
