Hearing the origin of the two magic treasures, Lu Bei, seemingly on his deathbed, shot up in surprise and yelled at his sister, "Cousin, give me a clear explanation! You're scaring me to death here!"
"What's the difference? You're doomed anyway!" Zhu Qilan fiercely said through clenched teeth.
"Well, given the shock, I've miraculously recovered," Lu Bei retorted.
Raising his arm, but failing to sling it over Zhu Qilan's shoulder, he shamelessly moved close to her and squeezed in beside her, "Tell me, where is the Stockpile of Wu Zhou's Imperial Family? Is it heavily guarded?"
"What are you up to?"
Zhu Qilan frowned, forcefully pushing the puckish man away from her, "Since the Feng Que Arrow was stolen, the imperial family has tightened the guarding of the secret territory. Members of the royal family personally oversee it. I warn you, don't dream the impossible."
"No worries, isn't it good to have you on my side?"
"Buzz off!"
