Half a Year

"You..."

Wen Xu continued smoothly, "Senior Brother Zheng, happy birthday. I specially researched the formation patterns on this robe to defend against the winds of furnace fire. But because my cultivation is low, the patterns suffer considerable wear each time they are used. If they fail completely, I can restore them for you, Senior Brother."

This was the best way Wen Xu could think of to apologize.

He had used the Windfold Fan improperly and damaged the artifact, forcing it to be repaired. So, putting himself in the other man's shoes, he gave Senior Brother Zheng Jin the right to "use it as he pleased." That made it fair and reasonable.

Though perhaps Senior Brother Zheng Jin would not wear the robe he had given him.

"You really are..." Zheng Jin suddenly realized that perhaps he had misjudged Wen Xu. He had originally thought Wen Xu was the same kind of person he had once been, but now it seemed they were completely different.

Indeed, how could people become the same merely because they had suffered the same pain?

"Thank you, but today... is not actually my birthday." Zheng Jin suddenly became candid. "It is the day I truly stepped onto the path of cultivation. To my shame, I do not know what day my real birthday falls on."

Wen Xu: ...What a coincidence. Me too.

"So I chose today instead. Thank you for the birthday gift, Junior Brother. It truly came like charcoal in snowy weather. The robe I was wearing was attacked by furnace fire again yesterday, and now there are barely any good patches left..."

Zheng Jin swiftly changed out of his rags. He even cast a cleansing art on himself, instantly transforming into a graceful young gentleman. "Ah, it fits perfectly. Junior Brother, you really are