"What does that have to do with you?"
When Dongfang Minghui brought Mu Sheng and the others into the Longevity Cauldron, she heard Lien's furious retort. In her memory, Lien had always behaved with restraint. Even when facing old friends from the Cyril Tribe, he had never betrayed the slightest emotion. He was a boy who kept his feelings tightly under wraps.
She had never expected him to lose his composure repeatedly when facing Yuchi Shou.
Curious, she looked toward Lien and Yuchi Shou, who were staring each other down. "What are you two doing?"
Lien gave an awkward cough and hurriedly stepped back, as though trying to put some distance between himself and Yuchi Shou. "Witch, have you come to see Toothless?"
Dongfang Minghui shook her head lightly, then glanced at Yuchi Shou. He wore his usual lackadaisical expression, his thick brows and large eyes lending him a somewhat cynical air. "There's something I need your help with."
Yuchi Shou looked at her, then at Lien. Finding Dongfang Minghui still staring at him, he seemed a little incredulous before bursting into laughter. "Me? You're asking me for help? Do you know how steep my price is?"
Dongfang Minghui had already witnessed how this fellow kept his nose in the clouds. She could not be bothered to argue with him. "What price?"
"Don't, Ming Hui. This fellow's up to no good." Mu Sheng had always been wary of Yuchi Shou. Seeing him demand payment at such a critical moment only made him more displeased.
"The price..." Yuchi Shou's eyes shifted slightly. "Once we open the Dragon Clan Lands, you and all your people will get the hell out."
Zhi Lan angrily rebuked him from the side. "Yuchi Shou, don't take a mile when you're given an inch."
Yuchi Shou remained