"Fellow Daoist Huang, might you do me this favor and lend me the Huang Family Pill Workshop's alchemy inheritance to read?"
The words asked for agreement, but the tone did not.
Bolstered by the might of having slain two Foundation Establishment cultivators and the momentum of the Chu Kingdom's conquest of Ancient Gate City, Liu Yu sounded distinctly overbearing, his words threaded with menace.
"Well..."
Huang An immediately fell silent.
Having lived so many years, how could he fail to understand the meaning beneath those words?
For some reason, Huang An suddenly felt a profound sense of humiliation.
Ordinarily, he was a distinguished second-tier alchemist, a respected Foundation Establishment cultivator who also controlled a shop of his own and spent lavishly.
Who would not regard him with special respect?
Yet now, he heard contempt, threats, and humiliation in Liu Yu's words.
Huang An dearly wanted to lash out with a furious curse and take vicious revenge.
He wanted to make the man before him regret this beyond measure!
But ultimately, he did not dare. He did not dare gamble with his life.
He was no longer alone. Behind him were a Dao companion, children, and grandchildren who needed his protection. If he died abruptly, his lineage would likely scatter like clouds before the wind.
The skies over Ancient Gate City had changed after all.
His old connections had become utterly useless. At this moment, Huang An understood that deeply.
"Well?"
"Surely you would not refuse to fulfill even this little wish of mine, Fellow Daoist Huang?"
"That would be terribly disappointing."
Liu Yu sighed theatrically, looking regretful.
After a pause, he continued:
"But if you are unwilling, Fellow Daoist Huang, I will not force you."
"We still have the Alliance's orders to carry out, so we cannot continue chatting."
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