Deep-Rooted Malice

"Senior Brother Teng... Senior Brother Teng." The short-sleeved man squeezed into the crowd with the sword-carrying youth, forcing out a fawning laugh.

"Mm, you're here for Bloodburst Bombs too? Don't cut the line. Wait slowly at the back; everyone will get some."

The man called Senior Brother Teng counted five Bloodburst Bombs from his cloth pouch and handed them to the somewhat nervous girl before him. From beginning to end, he did not spare the short-sleeved man who had spoken a single glance.

"Hold on to them. Don't drop them. If you lose them, I won't replace them. You'll have to spend your own Blood-Qi Pills to buy Bloodburst Bombs and participate in the Night of Wandering Anomalies event."

"I... I understand... Th-thank you, Senior Brother Teng." The girl replied timidly, carefully placing the Bloodburst Bombs into her pouch. She then turned and slipped into the crowd, disappearing in moments.

"This... uh... this..." The short-sleeved man gritted his teeth and cupped his hands. "Senior Brother Teng, I actually came to return the Bloodburst Bombs this time. My friend doesn't know any better, so please..."

"Junior Brother Le, he doesn't know any better, but don't you?" Senior Brother Teng frowned slightly, his tone turning unfriendly. "You know Senior Brother Tang's temperament, don't you? Something given away is like spilled water. There's no taking it back."

Taking out a handkerchief and elegantly wiping himself down, Senior Brother Teng smiled faintly. "Still, if you don't want the Bloodburst Bombs, that's fine. But you still have to be there on the night of the Night of Wandering Anomalies."

"This..." Le Zheng's expression immediately darkened, but he did not dare argue. After a long silence, just as impatience began to show on Senior Brother Teng's face, he suddenly said, "In that case, please give me