In a dimly lit room, two figures were seated facing each other.
The air in the room was heavy.
Bai Ming's eyes lazily glanced at the cup of tea in his hand.
Teng Zhe intently stared at Bai Ming with a gaze like that of an eagle's.
Bai Ming sipped on the tea and nonchalantly said, "Old man, I have been cursed and you can't do shit about it. Quickly hand over the top soul art of the Red lotus sect."
Bang.
Teng Zhe fiercely slammed the table; he lowered his voice and roared, "Yi Yun! Don't even think that you can keep on extorting me again and again just by knowing my one weakness. I am old and don't have long to live, so at worst I will just give up on this opportunity and accept fate! Hmph, I can accept cooperating, but I will definitely not receive any threats!"