Wei Rong burst out laughing. "I don't have any good show for Brother Lu to watch. You'll be disappointed."
"Brother Wei, don't tell me you only want to guard your own little patch of land. Given Cosmic Shield's overbearing nature, you'll run into trouble the moment you leave Qianrong Territory. If they can treat me this way, they can do the same to you. I know you have ties to Cosmic Shield, but whether those ties will hold when interests are at stake is another matter," Lu Yin said.
Wei Rong chuckled. "Are you trying to drive a wedge between us?"
"That's right. I'm trying to sow discord between you and Cosmic Shield. I'm sure your show will come sooner or later, and probably sooner than you think," Lu Yin said with a confident smile.
Wei Rong smiled faintly. "Then let's wait and see. Until then, I hope you stay safe, Brother Lu."
"I'll take your word for it," Lu Yin said with a smile, then ended the call.
Several days had passed, but there had been no news of the Poison Master targeting Canglan Territory, nor any word of Old Smoker assassinating him. The silence left Lu Yin uneasy. Someone like the Poison Master was far too dangerous and difficult to track down. Once he set his sights on you, he could make it impossible to sleep or eat in peace.
Lu Yin hadn't rested for several days.
That night, he stood in the Purple Mountain King's Mansion courtyard, gazing into the distance. The enormous projection of the Three-Ring Continent hung over the sky, but it couldn't hide the bright lights and bustle of the capital.
The little tavern was still there. Its owner should have saved enough to open a proper establishment long ago, but he hadn't. He