Hearing someone speak, Shen Han turned his head.
He looked at the two with some confusion.
"Do we know each other?"
Among the servant disciples, Shen Han didn’t know any of them.
The two originally furious people were dumbfounded by Shen Han’s sudden question.
Thinking about it, Shen Han indeed didn’t know them.
But blame was still necessary.
"Stop pretending there, how many of us were punished to kneel all day because of you!"
"Because of me?"
"Of course because of you, Senior Brother Xing clearly explained to you to stay in that box.
If you hadn’t hidden, how could we have been punished!"
The two servant disciples were very agitated, their words full of criticism and scolding towards Shen Han.
But Shen Han, upon hearing this, coldly retorted:
"If it’s my problem, why are you punished instead of me?"
Shen Han’s words left them even more dumbfounded, unable to recover for a while.
"Does Xing Yonghai think punishing you will make me submit?
I don’t know you well, what do your affairs have to do with me?"
Shen Han finished speaking and continued to pick up the book and read further.
Once the two servant disciples came to their senses, they realized talking to Shen Han was meaningless.
They started to threaten him.
"Shen Han, you might not realize the trouble you’re in, huh?
I advise you to obey, or you’ll at most suffer some skin and flesh hardship.
If you really stay stubborn, you might not keep your life."
After one servant disciple finished speaking, the other continued with a mocking tone.
"Oh yes, Senior Brother Xing asked us to tell you.
When you’re returning to Bamboo Lodge, strip yourself and crawl back barefoot.
Otherwise, you really might not keep your life."
After saying this, the two servant disciples seemed to think the message had been delivered, believing Shen Han wouldn’t dare defy.
They returned to report, waiting for Shen Han’s return.
But Shen Han didn’t even bother to pay attention to them.
Until the sky was completely dark, the people waiting at Bamboo Lodge still hadn’t seen Shen Han return.
Xing Yonghai had already received news.
Shen Han had left the Book Collection Pavilion.
Upon receiving this news, he hurriedly rushed out from Bamboo Lodge.
When he found Shen Han, Shen Han was already preparing to enter the restaurant to rest.
"Well, well, well, I didn’t expect your head would be so stubborn.
I, Xing, have truly never encountered someone as fearless of death as you in all these years.
Usually, when others hear of some of Xing’s feats, they wisen up.
People like you are indeed rare.
Are you not worried about losing your life?"
Xing Yonghai blocked Shen Han’s path, a slight smirk on his face.
"I managed to get an assignment from Senior Sister Wen with difficulty, yet you left me so embarrassed.
Shen Han, have I not told you.
If you make things difficult for me, I’ll make things even harder for you."
As Xing Yonghai said these words, the servant disciples around him wore expressions of sympathy.
Of course, beneath the sympathy was more schadenfreude.
"I’ll give you one last chance, strip off your clothes, and crawl back to Bamboo Lodge from here.
This punishment is already my greatest leniency."
Hearing these words, Shen Han couldn’t help but laugh.
"Eating dog feces too often, has your brain turned into a cesspool?"