Following the route map on the Listening Wind Ruler, Wan Qi made his way into the Yin-Yang School without a hitch.
Ling Jian was eager to fly straight to the rescue of the person he admired, but remembering how little money he had, he couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache. He glared at Wan Qi and said, "You have to pay me back those thousand silver beads!"
"Why?" Wan Qi exclaimed. "Didn't we agree to split the two thousand silver beads?"
Ling Jian gritted his teeth. "I don't care! You're paying me back, period! That's a thousand silver beads! If you hadn't insisted on swearing an oath to Nangong Sui, she wouldn't have sent you to do this, and I wouldn't have come along."
Wan Qi shut his eyes. "I don't care either. I can't pay you back. Go rob someone!"
Following behind them and eavesdropping, Wei Ren thought, What a pair of paupers. And not only are they poor, they're stupid. If it were me, I could've gotten that route map without paying a thing.
They didn't know how to use their heads.
That was Wei Ren's assessment of the two.
After nursing his heartache, Ling Jian started scheming. "Don't you think we're getting ripped off?"
Wan Qi saw right through him and said bluntly, "Do I have the nerve to ask Nangong Sui for money? If you want to ask, go ahead. Ask Sheng Zui. Tell him you spent two thousand silver beads coming to rescue him and ask him to pay you back. Sheng Zui is an eldest young master; he'll definitely pay. Just remember to give me back my thousand."
Ling Jian was so angry he nearly jumped. "I genuinely wanted to rescue him! What kind of person would I be if I asked him