"Scared now? A little too late, isn't it? Come on, drink up this poisoned tea!" Feng Mingyou chimed in.
Zhang Deming took Feng Mingyou's teacup, took a light sip, and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Your Poison Technique has really improved. It's getting more and more refined."
Feng Mingyou shook his head, deciding to stop the idle banter.
Although they were joking, the underlying meaning was clear to both of them.
After all this time, once today's decision was made, they would either be friends or enemies.
There was likely no middle ground.
The main issue was that Zhang Deming had gotten his start here. Despite his caution, it was inevitable that some of his secrets would be exposed, and this was the place where the most could be seen.
Feng Mingyou pulled an exquisite book out from under the table. It was different from the thread-bound transcribed copies on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.
