"We still need to find two more students."
Crouching on the bed, Zhou Li gazed at the battle-scarred wooden door of the storeroom, lost in thought.
Tang Wan pushed open the door, and the first thing she saw was Zhou Li squatting on the bed with a constipated look on his face. Closing the door, she rubbed her eyes and then opened it again.
Wrong door, let's try again.
Upon opening the door for the second time, Tang Wan found herself staring at Zhou Li, who was now standing on his head with his back to her, and she too fell into contemplation.
"Are you trying to die?"
Tang Wan asked bluntly.
"I'm deep in thought."
Zhou Li flipped over and sat back on the bed, adopting the pose of a thinker, and said solemnly, "Where do you think I can scam two students with exceptional martial skills who harbour no ill intentions toward me to join me in a deceitful trip to Shangjing?"
"In your dreams."
Tang Wan's response was decisive.
"Sigh, I knew it."
