"Not crossing your own bottom line?" The smile at Qin Yue's lips slowly spread.
"Do you know what consequences you'll have to face when you say that, Young Master Yang?"
Yang Qing gestured for Qin Yue to drink his tea, then picked up his own cup and took a sip. "Of course I know the consequences. But I imagine the master behind you would be reluctant to see people like us die so soon."
"After all, there are things that even someone as capable as you cannot accomplish, Young Master Qin. Only people like us can."
This time, Qin Yue actually laughed aloud. "Where does all this confidence come from, Young Master Yang?"
His laughter was genuinely delighted, the mirth spilling across his face and into the corners of his eyes.
"It isn't confidence. It's fact." Yang Qing set down his cup and looked steadily at Qin Yue. "If you could do it yourselves, you wouldn't have waited all these years for people like us to do it."
Qin Yue's hand paused slightly around his teacup, and the smile on his face faded.
"I've simply been wondering whether you gentlemen have some other backing."
Otherwise, why would they confront his master with such utter disregard for their lives?
That person could make the earth quake and the mountains shake with a mere stamp of his foot.
He truly had to admire these ignorant children, Yang Qing and his companions, for having the nerve to make such bold claims.
"I would think you ought to understand what the wisest choice is right now. Otherwise, never mind your bottom line—you won't even be able to keep your lives."
"Let's set aside whether we can keep our lives for now. At least in this round, the odds still favor us."
Yang Qing picked