Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Seven: Knife

The pavilion was silent and still.

Xu Yuan was about to help the other person up, but suddenly realized that the body of this "scholar" before him was trembling imperceptibly.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuan Hao, who was bowing with a salute, and dismissed the thought of helping him up.

He must have been smiling,

working hard to manage his expression, to keep his abnormality from frightening Xu Yuan.

Indeed, a madman will always be a madman.

No matter how warm and refined they appear on the surface, they can't hide their excitement when it's triggered.

Xu Yuan glanced over his shoulder at the koi swimming in the pond and casually said,

"Don't get too happy too soon. Not many people continue to fight to the death with a knife to their throat."

"This, Yuan knows well."

Yuan Hao finally composed his expression, stood up, and stared at Xu Yuan's back, "But there's always hope."

Xu Yuan gave him a sideways glance, his look peculiar,