Moonlit night,
A muddy slope,
Three candles.
"Even if we're starving, we should wait to eat the offerings. Let's wait for the one you're making offerings to to partake first, then we can eat," Zheng Fan said.
"He wouldn't mind."
"He wouldn't mind? Then who are you making these offerings to?"
"Myself."
Zheng Fan was taken aback. After a moment, he seemed to understand and asked, "Do you really mean to do this?"
"Yes."
"I don't know how strong you are, but I know you must be very strong."
"Yes."
"I don't know how terrifying the Earl of North Border's faction is, but I can tell it must indeed be."
"Yes."
"You've already laid out offerings for yourself. You must have a sense deep down that you're not stronger than the Earl of North Border's faction, right?"
"Yes."
"There you have it. I must say, though we've only known each other for two days, to be honest, other than being a bit dirty, you don't seem to have any other flaws."
