Silver Snow lay on his side on the bed, watching Su Jiu's retreating figure slowly disappear from sight.
Only after an unknown length of time did he get out of bed again.
"It seems I'll have to deal with certain things as soon as possible, or that little thing will vanish again."
As he spoke, a cold gleam flickered in Silver Snow's eyes.
When Yin Ze charged into the Three-Tail Clan's residence with his men, Shen San was drinking tea.
He sat there waiting, as though he had expected them all along.
"Shen San!" Yin Ze's voice arrived before he did, brimming with uncontrollable fury.
He swept in like a gust of wind, stirring up a cloud of dust. The next instant, his hand clamped around Shen San's throat.
Yet there was no trace of panic on Shen San's face, as though he had no idea what had happened.
Shen San calmly pried Yin Ze's hand away, then rose and bowed respectfully. "Young Master Yin Ze, I trust you've been well."
Pain shot through Yin Ze's hand, forcing him to release Shen San. Inwardly, he was filled with disbelief. Shen San's cultivation seemed to have advanced even further.
But the anger in his heart soon dragged his thoughts back. "Stop putting on an act! You've repeatedly sent people to harm members of our tribe in secret. Do you intend to tear away every last shred of civility between you and our Nine-Tailed Tribe?"
A dark glint passed through Shen San's eyes. "I'm not sure what you're referring to, Young Master Yin Ze."
"What am I referring to?" Yin Ze's expression turned scornful.
Shen San remained calm. "Please enlighten me, Young Master Yin Ze."
"Leaving everything else aside, how do you explain the ambush I suffered at the Auction House