Quick as a whip Wen Kexing is smacking Zhou Zishu on his arm, a good solid thunk of the back of his hand.

"All this time, you knew someone who could help you and you didn't avail on them? Ah-Xu, when you've resting I am going to beat you from here all the way back to the Jianghu, do you hear me? We had to ask Ye Baiyi."

He'll go back to the husband thing later. That's interesting.

"Can the shaman help?"