Ji Jue felt a surge of sympathy for Zhou Zhong, but he did not hesitate in the slightest. He promptly held out his hand and said, “Congratulations on reaching yet another new height, Master Zhou. Since today is such a happy occasion, perhaps you wouldn’t mind letting me share in a little of your good fortune?”

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers together and gave him a pointed look.

An application form bearing Zhou Zhong’s signature appeared in Ji Jue’s hand at lightning speed, as though Zhou Zhong feared he would keep pestering him otherwise. 

With that, Ji Jue had his third and final signature. He had seen what he wanted to see, learned what he could, and gotten everything he came for. Staying any longer after freeloading this thoroughly would just be rude. Besides, he could get beaten up.

He took a large step backward and cupped his hands in farewell. “I learned a great deal today. Thank you for your guidance, Master Zhou. When I have the chance, I’ll be sure to visit again!”

Don’t you fucking dare! What rotten luck!

Zhou Zhong’s expression darkened miserably, as though someone had just told him his horse was dead. He merely glanced at Ji Jue one last time and pointed toward the...