The reason Wanyan Hongchao hadn't yet gone to Jizhou for revenge was simply that he had important duties.
As one of the Four Great Elders, he was responsible for taking turns guarding the herb garden and waiting for the other Elders to emerge from their seclusion.
"Brother Wanyan, you mustn't get angry. I said he is the Martial Arts Department's most honored guest, and that's exactly what he is. Show some sincerity and apologize for your rudeness at once. Perhaps you'll be allowed to live. If not—" Yan Qingshan said with a grim expression, his aura surging.
"Yan Qingshan, are you fucking threatening me?!" Wanyan Hongchao shot to his feet, his face contorted with rage.
"I'm merely reminding you how to stay alive. Since you refuse to appreciate the gesture, don't blame me for fighting you to the death." From the moment Yan Qingshan became Jiang Xinghai's servant, he had sworn to protect everything about his master—including his honor.
"Fight me to the death?"
