Because of all the turmoil that Jun Wu Xie's words had brought on, Zhuge Yin had been thoroughly frustrated for a whole night and had not been able to sleep well. All the people from the other places he had encountered since he came out from his room this morning had all been whispering and pointing at him, which just caused Zhuge Yin's mood that was already highly jittery to heighten to the verge of an explosive rage. It was only through much struggle where fellow disciples from the same palace had invited him that he agreed to go take a walk in the gardens to improve his mood when in the end, having barely just come to the garden for a short while and he was chatting with the others, he was knocked straight into by someone.
And a large part of that steaming hot bowl of porridge had even spilled onto his clothes!
"Are you so keenly seeking for death?" Zhuge Yin said through tightly gritted teeth as he glared at the bumbling Zi Jin.
