After a long while, Chu Qing let out a breath of foul air.
He looked at Nangong Liushui across from him and smiled. "Nangong told you to support me."
"So, how are you going to support me?"
Nangong Liushui touched his forehead.
The flesh there had yet to heal.
The cracks in his golden bone had not healed either.
A terrifying power coiled around the bone, preventing his wounds from closing.
"Is this the power of a Heaven-Reaching Martial Artist?"
Nangong Liushui was curious.
Thump! Thump!
Chu Qing tapped the table and said calmly, "You needn't ask about that."
"You only need to tell me how you intend to support me."
Nangong Liushui coughed. "Nangong Xue said she would support you, but our Lineage has yet to decide whether to do so."
"After all, she is merely from a branch family."
"And there are many such branch family members in the Nangong family."
"Her status is not as high as you imagine."
Chu Qing sneered and said nothing.
He did not believe it at all.
A branch family member from a prefectural city could never have enough influence to make people in the Imperial Capital pass messages to him otherwise.
Nangong Xue's status in the Nangong family was anything but ordinary.
It was simply that... he could not be bothered to pry.
He drank his tea, then after a while said to Nangong Liushui:
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Nangong Liushui was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Chu Qing looked at his teacup, baffled. "Don't you top Lineage scions know the rule of serving tea to send guests away?"
Nangong Liushui was speechless.
As a scion of the Nangong Lineage in the Imperial Capital, this was the first time anyone had said he did not understand etiquette.
Infuriating!
He wanted