I never make enemies for myself. If there are no benefits, I won't deal with him even if he is the enemy who killed my father.
"However, once I decide that someone is an enemy, I'll be able to kill them. Then I'll do my best to find his weakness and study everything about him until I completely eradicate him."
"This time, I've encountered an opponent that I can't quite see through. I have a few capable men who died at his hands, and he is still a threat to my plan. I don't think I can tolerate him anymore."
"He's a Daoist priest."
The tea was like a Silver Line, flowing high into the cups, making a gurgling sound. The cups were all made of exquisite white porcelain.
The person who poured the tea was a middle-aged man in a scholar's robe.
It was Lord Eon sea.
It was a very quiet tea room. The winter sun shone through the cracks of a few doors and windows, shining on the fine dust floating in the air.
