Wen Xu's thoughts stirred. "Who are you looking for?"
"A good person, I suppose. This humble monk thinks he is a good person." Bushi looked up. A waxing moon hung in the night sky, making it seem unbearably lonely. "Senior Brother Wen, why are you pretending to be blind?"
Wen Xu said, "Then can you tell me your surname?"
"That was too presumptuous. This humble monk misspoke." The little martial granduncle truly spared no one with his tongue. Bushi felt that the moonlight tonight must have bewitched his mind for him to ask such a question.
What he had not expected was that even after he apologized, Wen Xu actually answered his question.
"Because I wanted to pretend, so I did. I'll keep pretending in the future too. Will Junior Brother expose me?"
How straightforward. This did not fit Bushi's understanding of Wen Xu at all, but he quickly recovered, and his mood lightened considerably. "Of course not. Senior Brother pretending to be blind is a personal matter. How could this humble monk expose Senior Brother's private affairs?" He dearly wished Wen Xu would keep up the act. How interesting was that? A disciple of a divine venerable personally pretending to be blind—those who were fooled ought to be secretly delighted.
"Then Junior Brother may as well keep pretending too. I won't expose you."
"What is this humble monk pretending to be?"
"Putting on airs."
...It felt as though he had been kicked by a sarcastic barb out of nowhere.
Bushi could not help putting on a wounded, pitiful expression. "Must Little Martial Granduncle wound people so bluntly?" Seeing that Wen Xu did not react in the slightest, he could not help adding, "You were not like this with Senior Brother Bian."
His looks were clearly a tremendous advantage. Even