Volume 11.5 Chapter 10

“Brother Ming, what do you say?” Yan Shisan lifted his cup of tea to his lips as though it was strong alcohol despite his groomed appearance.

Ming Huayu, sitting slanted similarly to his splayed hair, indulged in yet another puff out of his expensive pipe, seemingly using it as a means of combatting the stress that his red eyes suggested. Paintings of famous people hung from the wall, yet he never once spared them a gander. “Further deliberation is in order.”

“What happened to the fire in you that you used to cut down evil and set fire to the imperial palace? Did it go into seclusion along with you? Why are you so wishy washy at your young age?”

Ming Huayu raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously going to push me?”

“Hah, you speak in jest, Brother Ming. The stars have retreated to their slumber, and the argent rays have been replaced with golden rays, yet we are still waiting for you. It seems you think the three of us are pushovers.” Daoist Jinguan smacked the table. “Do not push it!”

“Brother Jinguan, we are brothers. Let us not ruin our friendship over something this trivial.” Yan Shisan may have spoken with a smile and respectful tone, but he was ready to throw hands at the drop of a hat. “Brother Ming, we have waited, and you have contemplated. Don’t you think it’s time you give us an answer?”

Be it the power behind his name or his limbs, Yan Shisan could give Ming Huayu a run for his money. As such, Ming Huayu couldn’t marginalise what Yan Shisan said.

Ming Huayu continued brooding until the incense stick in the cauldron at the centre of the table went out and the sunlight shown through the windows. “Fine… Don’t blame me for this. You forced my hand.”

Yan Shisan smiled amiably. “H-”

Ming Huayu