A dog throwing its weight around with its master's backing!
Weng Jinghe seethed with indignation.
But with Chen Yi watching beside them, he dared not act out, however unwilling he was.
"P-please enlighten me, Brother Liu."
"Old Weng, you're old enough to be my grandfather. Let's not call each other brothers. We're generations apart."
Liu Lang delivered that barb, dropped Madam Sun, and beckoned to him with saber in hand in front of Yunqing Tower.
"It's getting late. Let's finish this so I can get some rest."
"Yes, yes, of course..."
Despite his frustration, despite knowing that tonight would hardly end well, Weng Jinghe still clung to a possibility.
What if Lord Dragon Tiger took pity on him again and let him off...
If so, he would certainly not squander that man's kindness this time. He would run as far away as he could.
Yet Weng Jinghe had forgotten.
Dragon Tiger was Dragon Tiger, and at times, he could indeed be very kind.
But the man he faced now was not Chen Yi. It was Liu Lang.
That bastard...
In Chen Yi's words, he had never been a kindly soul.
Without Chen Yi there to keep him in check, someone of Liu Lang's temperament would have turned Shuzhou upside down long ago.
Thus, the moment Weng Jinghe attacked, Liu Lang greeted him with a merciless saber strike.
Countless ghostly figures howled past, weaving a net around Weng Jinghe. As though wrapped in black mist, his entire figure grew indistinct.
Weng Jinghe looked at the saber intent barring his way, his face gradually twisting.
If I die, I die. I'll fight him!
"Liu Lang, if that lord weren't beside you, you wouldn't even qualify to fight me today!"
His bold words came readily.
But Weng Jinghe's heart was heavy.
Ever since