Xu Yi let out a deep sigh but offered no explanation. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a stone table and stools, set out a pot of tea and two blue-and-white porcelain cups, then sat down and poured himself a cup.
"What, nothing you want to say?"
A sharp glint flashed in White Wolf's eyes.
Though he and Xu Yi had only just met, he had formed a very favorable impression of him. Xu Yi was brave and resourceful, yet still had a heart; he was certain to become someone important in the future.
But he had never imagined Xu Yi would dare play both sides in front of him—showing him goodwill, then turning around and cozying up to Tu Wuming. That was simply intolerable.
Xu Yi said, "Brother White, what do you think of the Great King?"
It was his usual tactic. Whenever he found himself in a difficult spot, he first put on a thoughtful air, then abruptly dragged the topic a thousand miles away, buying himself time to think.
He had initially come here to scheme against Tu Wuming and the other demons. The idea of securing an official post in the Golden Roc Demon King's Mansion had only come later.
Since he meant to scheme against Tu Wuming and the others, it was naturally impossible to avoid dealing with them. He truly hadn't considered how White Wolf might take it.
Who could have guessed White Wolf valued him so highly? The banquet had barely ended before he came straight to Xu Yi's door.
White Wolf sat down across from Xu Yi and fixed his gaze on him. "The Great King is naturally a peerless talent, a hero of this age. What, do you have a problem with him?"
"Of course not," Xu Yi replied.