"Who asked for your thanks?"
Wei Liu seemed not to have expected Zhang Yuan to say that. For a moment, she did not know what to say and blurted out those words instinctively. Then she drained the tea Zhang Yuan had brewed and stood up.
"I'm tired. I'm going back to my room to rest."
With that, Wei Liu left without looking back, her footsteps pattering up to the second floor before she slammed her door shut with a bang.
"Ahem, Brother Zhang, that's just how my cousin is. Please don't take offense. Wei Liu is actually the kindest of us; she just has a knife for a tongue," Wei Jianxing said with a dry cough.
Zhang Yuan nodded. "Rest assured, Brother Wei. I consider myself reasonably broad-minded. I wouldn't get angry with a little girl. I'll return to my room as well. There's still hot water in the pot. Brother Wei, Brother Wu, help yourselves."
He truly had no intention of taking offense at Wei Liu.
Wei Liu's words had been rather unpleasant, but as someone at Celestial Person Perfection, he could still judge whether she meant what she said, even without his cultivation.
When she had told him not to throw his life away and to hide behind her, she had genuinely meant it. There might have been a little mockery, but she had mostly been concerned for his safety.
After all, he had saved Wei Liu several times. However disagreeable her temperament might be, surely she knew to repay kindness.
After bidding farewell to Wei Jianxing and Wu Qing, Zhang Yuan returned to his room.
He sat cross-legged on the bed.
Rather than immediately beginning his meditation and cultivation, Zhang Yuan took the Thunder Pearl that had absorbed the tribulation lightning from inside his robe and