Hungry, I Want Meat Buns

"Godfather, I just don't want you to take risks."

Tang San avoided his gaze and turned to Flender, Dai Mubai, and Oscar. "If none of you have any objections, we'll set off immediately. Time waits for no one."

"I have no objections!"

Flender was the first to speak.

"For Zhuqing, for the Star Luo Empire, I will definitely pass the trial!"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his eyes incomparably resolute.

"As long as I can get revenge and make sure everyone's efforts weren't in vain, I can endure any trial, no matter how difficult!"

Oscar nodded forcefully as well, his face full of determination.

"Good, then let's go!"

Tang San slowly nodded as he looked at the determined expressions of the three men.

The night wind was still bleak, but the oppressive atmosphere in the small courtyard had long since dispersed.

In its place was a resolve to break all boats, along with a sliver of hope for the future.

And—

One piece of trash that no one paid any attention to!

Moonlight poured down outside the window, filtering through the lattice carved with Entangled Lotus patterns and casting mottled silver light across the bluestone floor.

The night breeze carried the fragrance of osmanthus, while the soft sound of a longsword slicing through the air echoed through the courtyard.

"Here I come!"

Qian Renxue sharply twisted her wrist, and the gleaming longsword shot forward like a streak of cold lightning, thrusting straight at Qian Cheng's heart.

"A straightforward attack like this is of no use to me."

A faint smile rested on Qian Cheng's lips, his tone calm as though he had already seen through every move Qian Renxue could make.

His slender fingers came together like a sword, then lightly flicked the cold gleaming blade.

Clang!

Qian Renxue's wrist