Tie Shuzhi saw my sincere expression. His mood shifted as he smiled and nodded: “Flower Sect Master, don’t feel guilty. In the jianghu, how many can truly escape unscathed?” He continued, “My fortress master hopes you’ll return Jing Haobai. Previous grievances will be settled.”
“If you visit Cold Family Fortress in the future, you’ll be an honored guest.”
This statement put me in a difficult position. If they had come a few days earlier, before I became involved with Jing Haobai, I might have complied. But looking at Tie Shuzhi’s empty sleeve and determined eyes, I gritted my teeth, knowing I was about to disappoint him. I’d threaten Tai Bai later to ensure a good retirement!
“It seems my Herbal Gathering Sect is destined to be enemies with Cold Family Fortress,” I said, feeling guilty towards Tie Shuzhi. But guilt aside, I couldn’t hand over my husband.
Sighing deeply, Tie Shuzhi nodded: “Tie will take his leave. Flower Sect Master, please do as you wish.” He turned and walked away, and his companions quickly followed.
No fighting? Everyone knew each other’s capabilities, and fighting would only cause casualties, but couldn’t they at least do something to satisfy the readers?
Xiao Zizi pouted and gazed at me with a grievance that made my guilt skyrocket. I quickly picked up a chicken leg for him.
“So this is how I am,” Xiao Zizi said.
I hurriedly picked up a chicken heart for him: “You are my heart and soul, my darling.”
” As soon as the words came out, I felt embarrassed, quickly rubbing away my goosebumps, which provoked a snicker from a nearby cat.
Secretly flicking the cat on the head, I raised my glass: “Meeting is fate, let’s toast to our destiny!”
After a drink, Wuchen’s face turned red, clearly unable to hold his liquor. I asked the waiter to help him rest in the adjacent room. Turning back, I noticed Yi Qing still hesitating with his cup. My heart ached—he must be struggling with the word “fate”…
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Yi Qing’s cup and gulped down the drink—it was Wang Zai! Damn, wasn’t he just eating enough? I’ve corrupted a minor.
