[ He also doubts that anything they've planted is that toxic, but he can't say they wouldn't kill him either. Things cultivated to be beautiful often have deadly side effects that are only discovered by the poorest timing. Maybe some of those flowers do have deadly extracts--should he take some and ask Zhou Zishu after all?

Wen Kexing does smile at that answer, though. ]

Would you? Then I'll find you good tea. You can give me your life if you're that happy to offer it over.

[ He raises his head to look at the people around them, happily planting the offering garden with careful attention to each plant--much nicer than the mess he made. ]

They never said anything about a price. Who agreed to that? I can live in the woods just fine if they have complaints.

[ It's petty, but he's also being honest. He'd rather fend for himself than owe anyone. ]