"Oh, so you're that Biao?"
Biao looked at the plain, unassuming man before him, feeling his heart and liver tremble, and stiffly twitched the corners of his mouth.
Hah! Just what sort of people did Li Ping'an know?
"You... can just call me Little Biao..."
"Come inside. Let's have a drink together."
Gu Xizhou threw a burly arm around him and headed into the house.
Biao's eyes went wide, his whole body rigid. Forget resisting-at a time like this, not wetting himself in fright was already quite an achievement.
A while later, Li Ping'an returned to find Gu Xizhou already there, having brought his own wine and meat.
He washed his hands and stir-fried a couple of simple dishes, then they chatted as they ate.
Biao, however, was exceedingly cautious. He had no choice.
After all, every person seated there could easily crush him to death. Yet the more nervous he became, the more easily he made mistakes.
He tried to pick up a piece of meat, only to clamp his chopsticks right onto Gu Xizhou's.
Then he tried to take some vegetables, only to accidentally knock the vegetables off Li Ping'an's chopsticks.
He reckoned that if he kept eating, the table would soon gain another dish: stir-fried Biao meat.
So after only a few bites, he refused to eat any more no matter what, and ran off to review his lessons in the corner.
The two men talked about their experiences over the years until the moon stood high overhead.
Li Ping'an spoke of everything that had happened after his return from the Demon-Suppressing Pass: his travels, entering Shushan, heading north to Great Yu...
Gu Xizhou, meanwhile, had spent those years roaming all over the Nine Provinces, looking for people to fight.
"To think you actually found Great Dao