The towel is welcome, big, and fluffy, and he wraps it around his shoulders, tossing his hair out behind him. To say Mo Xuanyu's family were awful was an understatement. He didn't know them well enough to be sure, but his experience with them was enough to keep him from feeling much pity.

"Right, right, it's as you say," he agreed. Though it was frustrating that neither knew how he might take care of that last curse mark, but he was sure he'd figure that out in time. For now, he was a little more preoccupied with taking in the sights.

"I hardly expected Lan Zhan to show up so soon though," to think he just happened to be nearby. Luck was never on his side, was it?