Beads of sweat can be seen on Meng Xing's forehead as he blocks the attacks using the sword that he stole from one of Cheng Xiong's subordinates earlier. He almost slipped from a tile that loosened on the roof. Fortunately, he was quick and rolled away or else he was already decapitated!
"Whoever you are, you should just give up." Cheng Xiong spoke as he coldly looked at Meng Xing. "Since you came here with good faith and wanted to make the Closed City your kingdom's vassal, then I can still forget your impetuousness just now. We can continue to talk about this matter over a cup of tea." He told Meng Xing.
Meng Xing laughed, feeling ridiculousness from Cheng Xiong's words. "In your dreams!" he said. "Cheng Xiong, I will throw your words back at you. Since you want the Closed City to be a vassal city, then I will forget your impetuousness just now. We can continue to talk about this matter over a cup of tea." He told Cheng Xiong.