While countless people were utterly captivated by this newly born idol, Pei Shao—the mastermind who had single-handedly manufactured this "peerless master"—was secretly despised hundreds of thousands of times over.
The reason was that Pei Shao had now become, in everyone's eyes, a grandmaster of the "sleazy school," the very embodiment of shameless lust. They could forgive Wang Ziqi for what he had done earlier, but they could not forget Pei Shao's repeated "lewd moves" when he fought Dongfang Yinyin. So the final outcome of this match was something Pei Shao had never anticipated: he had created the legend of an unrivaled master, yet at the same time, he himself had fallen into an even more despised position.
Pei Shao felt terribly wronged. What the hell did Wang Ziqi groping someone's chest have to do with him?
But after giving it some thought, Pei Shao decided this was actually fine. Although he had dreamed countless times of one day rising above the crowd and basking in endless glory, ever since acquiring the Castle, all he wanted was to live quietly. Now that no one paid attention to him, he instead felt as though a burden had been lifted.
Although everyone kept Pei Shao at a respectful distance, Wang Ziqi practically regarded him as a second father. Most importantly, Pei Shao had helped him regain his confidence. From then on, he would no longer be a useless piece of trash, a waste, or a coward. That mattered more than anything.
When no one was looking, Wang Ziqi grabbed Pei Shao in the hallway, and the two of them slipped into the VIP special training room together. After tearfully thanking Pei Shao at great length, Wang Ziqi asked whether Pei Shao could consider him a friend from now on. Naturally, Pei Shao nodded