Lu Chengwen was stunned.
He stared at Ming Disha, his mind unable to process it for a long while.
Slowly, he turned to look at Song Sheng Chaoying and found him equally shocked, baffled, confused, and suspicious... Their faces held the same complicated expression of disbelief, as though each were hoping the other had an answer.
The question was: What the hell is wrong with this guy!?
Lu Chengwen's lips moved a few times. After forcing his brain to think, he finally squeezed out one sentence. "Just for this?"
Ming Disha shook his head, his cheeks flushed red. "You two get praised all the time, of course you think it's nothing. Ever since I came down from the mountain, people have cursed me everywhere I went. Even now, everyone in the martial world calls me a bad person. Not one person has ever praised me!"
Song Sheng Chaoying's features were practically scrunched together. "No... you... I... I mean... you did all this just for..."
Then he suddenly lost his temper. "Are you fucking messing with me!? Tell me! Are you messing with me!?"
Lu Chengwen stopped Song Sheng Chaoying.
He pulled him aside. "I can actually understand it a little."
Song Sheng Chaoying stared at Lu Chengwen. "Are you sick too!? What kind of request is that!? Is that something a human brain can even... uh, uh... you know... come up with!?"
"No, if this were anyone else, they'd definitely be stirring up trouble, treating the two of us like idiots. But for him, it's perfectly normal."
"How is that normal!?" Song Sheng Chaoying was on the verge of swearing. "Does that sound normal to you!?"
Lu Chengwen soothed him. "Think about it. A man with incredible martial arts, who turned the entire martial world topsy-turvy, offended every important figure