"You dare?"
"What would I not dare?"
Chen Yi leaned against the golden wall outside the great tent, his arms folded, watching Meng Xingdu with a half smile. He paid no heed to his threat.
Meng Xingdu huddled behind two Barbarian warriors, glaring venomously at him through the gap, and transmitted his voice in a sinister tone. "Aren't you afraid I'll expose the Qinghe Cui Family's dealings with the Barbarian Tribe?"
"I am."
"But even if you spread the word, I, Song, would be the only one implicated. What effect would it have on the Cui Family?"
"How could the Cui Family's collaboration with the enemy have no effect?"
Chen Yi laughed. "Senior, you haven't traveled the Central Plains in a long time. You don't understand the current situation very well."
"Our Qinghe Cui Family has stood for a thousand years. How could a little wind and frost bring us down?"
He looked at Meng Xingdu with a serious expression, yet his words were mocking. "Besides, senior-you don't even count as wind and frost. At most, you're a sticking plaster that won't come off."
Meng Xingdu gritted his teeth, his gaze growing colder. "I may not be able to bring down the Cui Family, but those behind me-will certainly strip a layer of skin from them!"
Behind him?
The people hiding behind the scenes?
Chen Yi studied Meng Xingdu and raised an eyebrow. "If you have someone to rely on, senior, why not tell me? Let me hear what mighty figure they are."
"The person behind me-hmph!"
"You little brat have humiliated me like this, and now you want to fish information out of me?"
Meng Xingdu drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger. "Just wait until I return to the Central Plains. I'll make you pay for what