Li Yue started to stir. She was surrounded by her friends who were making sure she was okay.

She groaned and rubbed her cheek which was red with bruising. “He… He hit me!” she screeched.

“Yeah we saw it.” One of her friends said.

“You are dead for striking a noble!” his other friend said.

“It was fight,” Zheng said. “How do you expect me to win if I cannot strike my opponent?”

“I am a noble!” Li Yue screamed. “I am better than you! You have no right to lay a hand on me!” Her voice got higher pitched the more she spoke, causing everyone to wince at the noise. “I will report you and before the night is done, I will have you in chains!”

“That’s not fair!” Jun Nee said.

“Shut up, you Ugly Witch!” Li Yue said.

“Now now, Li Yue, you lost fair and square.” Zen said. “Speaking of which, Shibi…” Zen said, giving Shibi a storage stone.

Shibi leapt onto the platform and activated Zen’s storage stone, pulling in the Zen Blade, Zen’s power level hiding mask and the sword that used to belong to Li Yue.

“My sword!” Li Yue shouted.

“The deal is that I would win your sword when you lose. So… thanks.” Zen said as Shibi returned to his shoulder and handed him back the storage stone.

“The deal is what I say it is!” Li Yue said. “And once I tell my Papa that your friend attacked me and you stole my sword, I’m sure things will turn out much differently. Maybe you will be safe because you are the City Lords crotch spawn but your little commoner friend will not be.”

Zheng clenched his fists in anger. “Why you…” he said, his Shuddering Shield Aura starting up again.

“But no one will believe that,” Jun Nee spoke up. “I recorded the whole thing. The fight and what you just said.”

Li Yue shut her mouth in confusion. “Wh-What?”

“Yes, I recorded it here.” She held up an object.

From their place, Li Yue and her friends could see the recording stone glinting in Jun Nee’s hand.

“Everyone will know that you are lying.” She said.

Zen smirked. “Well, Li Yue, you can spread your lies if you want. Should be interesting to see how you’ll shame your family. I wonder what your Papa will do to you then.”

Zen began walking away. Zheng and Jun Nee ran to catch up to him.

Li Yue was still on the ground with her friends. She gritted her teeth and screamed out in the night sky in rage.

“Heh, that was fun,” Zheng said. “I’ve wanted to clobber that girl for a while.”

“I’m glad I could help you fulfil a long time fantasy,” Zen said with a smile.

“And it was quick thinking from you two to record the fight.” Zheng added. “Else I would have been in deep trouble all because that scummy girl’s lies.”

“We didn’t record anything,” Zen said.

Zheng looked at them in confusion as Jun Nee giggled. “But-But I saw Jun Nee hold up the recording stone.”

“Yeah, Jun Nee, show our pal Zheng the recording stone.” Zen said, with a mischievous smile.

Jun Nee held up the object that had been glinting, a piece of glass.

“What is this?” Zheng said.

“Remember the glasses they broke when they tipped over my tray. This is one of the pieces.” Jun Nee said. “Seems I also got some revenge for myself.”

Zheng laughed and Zen and Jun Nee joined him in the laughter.

“Oh yeah, before I forget.” Zen said. “Shibi.”

Zen handed Shibi his storage stone. The Scorch Ape touched it and there was a flash of light. The double edged sword that they had won from the fight appeared in Zen’s hands.

“Here,” he presented Zheng with the blade.

Zheng looked at the sword in confusion. “I… I can’t take this.” He said.

“I don’t see why not,” Zen said. “It is yours after all. You fought the fight and won it on your own, so the sword belongs to you.”

Wang… Zen… are you sure?”

Zen smiled and nodded.

Zheng bowed his head before taking the sword and raising it above his head, where it caught the glint of the crescent moon.

“It is a beautiful sword,” Jun Nee said.

“Yes, it is.” Zen said. “You should give it a name.”

Zheng looked at the sword for a while. “You’re right. I’ll call it, Zenjun.”

“What kind of name is that?” Zen asked in confusion. “I thought you would name it Zheng Blade or something.”

Jun Nee elbowed him on his arm. “He is naming it after us!”

Zen looked at her in confusion and then realised what she meant.

“Yes,” Zheng said. “I’m naming it after two of my closest friends. Zenjun!”

The party had ended, leaving the house a mess.

Zen sat down on a step, playing with Shibi. Jun Nee, Zheng and all the other servants began clearing up the place.

“Hey, Kiddo.” Wang Lin said.

“Mommy!” Zen said as his mother sat beside her.

“How did you enjoy the party?” she asked.

“It wasn’t too bad.” He said.

“You bet it wasn’t!” she said, rubbing his head and ruffling his hair.

“Ma’am,” Ding Wu said.

“Ding Wu?” Wang Lin said, looking up at the guard.

“There is someone here to see you.” He said. “To see both of you.” He stepped to the side and gestured towards a woman who walked into the hall.

The woman had walked over to a table with leftover food still there. “Man, seems I missed quite a party, ho ho!”

Zheng and Jun Nee stopped helping and looked at the woman along with everyone else.

“Excuse me, ma’am, who are you?” Wang Lin said, getting up to greet the woman.

The woman chewed her finger food and stared at Zen. “So this is the one, hey?”

Zen looked at the lady in confusion. “The one what?”

“The one with the broken diantian of course.”

Wang Lin’s eyes widened in excitement. “You mean… You’re…”

The woman nodded. “I am Xing, Wood Elementalist and Master Healer.”