In consideration of Jia Gui's decent performance this time, Han Wu agreed to his invitation.
The two arranged to meet at a small tavern outside the Bloody Arena.
When Han Wu arrived at the agreed location, Jia Gui had already ordered him the cheapest ale in the tavern.
"Hehehe." Jia Gui bared his big teeth, his old face blooming like an aged chrysanthemum as he gestured for Han Wu to sit and talk.
Han Wu glanced at the cheap ale and tapped the table with his finger. "This is going to be difficult."
"Huh? But I haven't even said what it is yet." Jia Gui's smile faded.
"Oh, then go ahead." Han Wu picked up the ale and took a small sip.
The sour, astringent taste, mixed with a hint of alcohol, made him feel as though he had drunk dishwater left sitting for three days.
Without changing expression, he spat the ale back into the cup.
Jia Gui was not paying attention to Han Wu at all. Sitting in his chair with his hands clasped together, he fidgeted awkwardly, seemingly even a little shy.
"Brother Han Wu, do you believe in love at first sight?"
Han Wu suddenly couldn't catch his breath. After coughing violently for several seconds, he looked at Jia Gui's old face, which appeared to be in its fifties or sixties.
He could not help but comment, "When a handsome person does it, it's called love at first sight."
"When someone like you does it, it should be called lust at first sight."
"Never mind whether it's love at first sight or lust at first sight. I only know one thing: I think I'm in love!" Jia Gui said bashfully, his old face seeming to redden slightly.
The sight sent a chill down Han Wu's spine.