"Whose death warrior I am isn't important. What matters is that if you don't cooperate, you'll be the one who dies..." The man's expression changed only slightly before returning to the calm, grim composure unique to a death warrior. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Tie with a dangerous gaze.
"Is that so? Why don't I see it that way..." Zhang Tie looked at the man calmly, paying no heed to his threat. To Zhang Tie, this crisis had begun the instant he drank the Soul-Severing wine offered by Ma Aiyun, Gu Caidie, and Yuan Ziyi.
Zhang Tie's mistake this time was that he had never imagined that the first cup of wine at the banquet where he reunited with three senior sisters he had not seen in more than a decade—the first cup he could not refuse—would be poisoned with Soul-Severing poison. What was more, Ma Aiyun, Senior Sister Ma, with whom he had once shared a romance, had known there was poison in the wine. His enemy knew everything between him and Ma Aiyun, and had even turned Gu Caidie and Yuan Ziyi into tools for this trap. There had been no way to guard against it. No matter how cautious or shrewd a person was, they could not spend every waking moment on guard against every friend and relative around them. If such a person truly existed, they would probably drive themselves mad before anyone else could kill them.
No matter how turbulent the situation outside became, Zhang Tie had always held the simplest and most sincere feelings for the family and friends around him. To Zhang Tie, that was the meaning of his desperate pursuit of strength and his tireless struggle. Perhaps for others, climbing ever higher along the path of cultivation and making