Old Master Wei turned the color of the bone china cup in his hand. He cleared his throat with a forceful cough in a bid to restore his composure, but the panic was apparent in his small, deep-set, eyes. The servant replaced the tea with a jar of wine, and Old Master Wei slapped his hand away to pour himself a cup.
"That's," he started, looking at Tao Yuanming as if he could explode in a million pieces at any moment. "Concerning, to be sure. But sect leader Tao wouldn't be here to discuss my predicament if he didn't have a solution in mind."
That thought seemed to put him at ease, he swallowed his wine in a single sip and set the cup down on the table with a loud clink. "I'm confident sect leader will triumph where Dancing Carp has failed."
Tao Yuanming hummed thoughtfully, swirling the contents of his cup around. "No, I'm afraid that either Master Wei or Madam Wei must die in order for this torment to come to an end."
