Zuo Mei sneered, extending the folding fan in his hand and looking askew at Chu Yi with his head tilted.
"What are you trying to do? Don't tell me you want to make a move against me?" Chu Yi instinctively stepped back.
Zuo Mei twisted his body and said coldly, "I certainly don't want to stir up trouble. Besides, I fear getting my hands dirty."
"You..."
"How about this, give me all the elixirs, and we'll call it even." Zuo Mei's arm paused in midair, but Chu Yi responded by tucking the square box more securely into his chest.
"Are you thinking of openly snatching them from me?" Chu Yi asked coldly.
"Yes, I am thinking of openly snatching them!"
Chu Yi swallowed nervously, as he knew this was the inevitable outcome.
If it had been before, he probably wouldn't have been a match for Zuo Mei, but now things might not be the same.
"If you want to take the elixirs from my hands, you'll have to kill me first," Chu Yi said with narrowed eyes and a cold tone.