She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, a trace of cunning flashing in her eyes, like a cat that had stolen so fish. Thinking, if Lin Wanqing was caught up with this Xie Zhichuan, she wouldn’t have much mind left to focus on Shi Feiyang.
So, Gong Sing, full of smiles, which carried a barely noticeable hint of calculation, deliberately stepped forward and said to Xie Zhichuan, "Young Master Xie’s enthusiasm is such that Miss Lin might be embarrassed. How about this, why don’t you share so interesting stories of Divine Sword Manor, and let us all broaden our horizons." Xie Zhichuan, thinking Gong Sing was helping him, was instantly intrigued, his eyes brightening, as if he saw daylight in the darkness.
Thus, Xie Zhichuan enthusiastically invited Gong Sing and Lin Wanqing to the private room for dining, his enthusiasm as if he were the most generous host in the world. Lin Wanqing, eager to escape Xie Zhichuan’s entanglent, loudly called out to Shi Feiyang, her voice carrying a hint of urgency and a plea for help.
Xie Zhichuan, upon seeing Shi Feiyang approach, had a trace of disdain flash in his eyes, his disdainful gaze as if Shi Feiyang were nothing but a trivial ant. He slightly curled his lips, nostrils flaring skyward, full of arrogance, not considering Shi Feiyang worth his attention at all.
Sitting at the table, he began to talk incessantly about the glorious deeds of Divine Sword Manor in Kaifeng Prefecture, as well as the prestigious position of his father, Xie Luo Jia, as the current Grand Martial Arts Alliance Leader, his words filled with pride and boasting, and he occasionally glanced at Lin Wanqing from the corner of his eyes, attempting to attract her attention.
His voice was sharp and piercing, each sentence like a provocation directed at Shi Feiyang.
Lin Wanqing sat helplessly to the side, her gaze frequently directed at Shi Feiyang, full of entreaty and helplessness, as if silently calling out, "Please co save ." Her eyes carried a trace of grievance, blaming Shi Feiyang for not appearing sooner to rescue her.
Shi Feiyang’s heart was already boiling with anger, seeing Xie Zhichuan’s entanglent with Lin Wanqing, his brow tightly furrowed into the shape of the character "川", a cold glint flashing in his eyes, a coldness that seed capable of instantly freezing the surrounding air.
He sat there still, appearing calm on the surface like a steady iceberg, yet internally swiftly contemplating how to make this annoying guy retreat. His hands unconsciously clenched, his knuckles slightly pale from exertion, revealing his inner rage.
anwhile, in order to win over Lin Wanqing, Xie Zhichuan began to secretly plot against Shi Feiyang.
He bribed the inn’s staff, plotting early, and took advantage of the kitchen being unattended, sneaking in clandestinely.
The kitchen was dark and damp, filled with a pungent sll of oil smoke.
The plotter held a small porcelain bottle tightly, the bottle containing the chronic poison he had bought at great expense.
He carefully uncovered the lid of Shi Feiyang’s dish, the lid emitting a slight "creak" sound, appearing extraordinarily piercing in the silent kitchen. He slowly poured the poison in, the poison flowing like a thin black snake, winding into the dish.
Then he used a spoon to gently stir, ensuring the poison spread evenly without leaving a trace. After finishing everything, he contentedly covered the lid, a smirk of complacency and cruelty appearing on his face, announcing his plot was about to succeed.
Unexpectedly, Shi Feiyang, protected by the Heavenly Dragon Pagoda, with the supre bloodline bestowed by the Sunflower Saintess flowing within him, turned over the poisoned dish and bowl upon touching them.
Seeing Shi Feiyang unhard, Xie Zhichuan had no choice but to devise another poison sche to harm Shi Feiyang.
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