Steward Wang led Wen Qingye to the guest wing. After arranging a quiet, sunny room for him, he departed.
"This Zhou Zhenyuan is certainly interesting," Wen Qingye chuckled, sitting down in a chair and pouring himself a glass of water.
The Ice Python floated in Wen Qingye's Sea of Consciousness, its body coiled. It said, "What do you mean? I thought he was very polite to you. Seems like a decent person."
Wen Qingye shook his head and explained, "People are complicated. Of course he's going to be warm to you when he wants something."
The Ice Python asked, puzzled, "Want something from you? From what I can see, that man's cultivation is at the Destruction Realm Third Heaven. His actual strength is much higher than yours. What could he possibly want from you?"
A peculiar glint appeared in Wen Qingye's eyes as he said softly, "He wants me to look after that daughter of his."
