Yu Renwei flew into a rage, suppressing the fire in his chest as he demanded, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what you are doing?"
Wu Rong said blandly, "I know very well."
His voice was like nails.
Calm, yet forceful.
Yu Renwei's anger abruptly vanished. Instead, he burst into laughter and clapped his hands in praise. "Bold indeed!"
"For an expert like you, Fellow Daoist, serving as a guest Attendant truly wastes your talents."
"I can petition above and have Fellow Daoist..."
"No need." Wu Rong calmly refused.
Yu Renzheng was overjoyed. No longer staying silent, he stepped forward, blocking Wu Rong's path as he called out, "This is my elder brother's guest. I hope Elder Wei will show some regard for my elder brother's sake..."
"Forget your elder brother's face. Even if your elder brother were standing here, he would have to respectfully offer me... a junior's salute."
Yu Renwei cut off Yu Renzheng.
He paused halfway through his words.
Then he shifted his gaze to Wu Rong, who stood unmoving, and snorted coldly. "Fellow Daoist, are you determined to reject a toast only to drink a forfeit? Do you wish to become enemies with my Featherfolk?"
"You cannot represent the Featherfolk. You can only represent yourself."
Yu Renwei said frankly, "Fine. Then I shall represent only myself and have a wagered duel with you, Fellow Daoist. Best two out of three. Should you win, I will never appear before you again. Should you lose, I have no excessive demands. Please leave our clan."
Wu Rong gave a cold laugh. "Once conflict arises between people, victory and defeat can never truly settle the matter. One side will never forgive the other; they must ruin the other beyond recovery, or see them dead, before they rest."
"I am but a