When Mr. Bai Liu jogged over, Zhou Xuan asked, "Oh, Mr. Bai Liu, once this door opens, it's a matter of life or death. Are you not afraid of dying, following me?"
"I'm more afraid of you dying."
Mr. Bai Liu took out a handkerchief, removed his crystal glasses, and gently wiped them, saying, "You are the genius of the storyteller's hall, destined to replace Bi Fang as a genius figure. If you were to die so unclear and unjustly, I wouldn't be able to explain to our peers."
Zhou Xuan felt somewhat warmed in his heart. This Mr. Bai Liu was clearly a multifaceted character, someone who could find peace in any turbulent times. The one thing he was not lacking was the wisdom of living.
But such intricate characters often fear death more than the average person. Yet today, Mr. Bai Liu was willing to risk his life for Zhou Xuan.
"Mr. Bai Liu, you seem to treat me very well."
