Zhao Cheng Urges Ying Zheng Thrice, Zhao State's Foremost Dancer

His face suddenly flushed red, and he stood up with a start. "Blood Butcher, I'll fight you to the death..."

"Stop acting." Yao Wuyi said coldly.

He then rebuked him, "You have truly brought shame upon Master's reputation! You make me feel so ashamed!"

Feng Bujiu felt immense shame; he dropped his act and stood to the side with his head hanging low.

But the next moment, hope surged within him. He looked behind Yao Wuyi, then toward the outside of the Medicine Shed. "Did Senior Brother come to save me? Did Master come as well?"

Yao Wuyi rubbed his nose, remaining silent for a moment. "The original plan was to kill the Blood Butcher and rescue you."

"However, in the process, I discovered that the Marquis possesses heaven-shaking strategies and is a man of great loyalty and righteousness. The world has many misunderstandings about him, so..."

Huh?

Feng Bujiu stared at Yao Wuyi in bewilderment.

"Does that mean..."

Yao Wuyi fell silent again, the quiet making time seem to stretch out.

Under Feng Bujiu's increasingly suspicious gaze, he finally spoke, "I have come to help you."

Feng Bujiu looked at him in disbelief.

So you, too, have bent the knee, you son of a bitch? What were you acting all high and mighty for just a moment ago?

I brought shame upon Master?

Didn't you just do the same!?

The senior and junior brothers stared at each other. The Medicine Shed fell into a dead silence, the atmosphere growing increasingly awkward.

It was Feng Bujiu who spoke first, feigning nonchalance. "Senior Brother, so you've come too?"

Yao Wuyi rubbed his nose. "Mm, Junior Brother, you're here as well."

"Senior Brother, take a look at this. It's a body-tempering prescription I've recently developed."

"It has been many years since we