"Huh?"
This question from Chu Liang made the white-clothed youth pause, momentarily dumbfounded.
After a while, he frowned and said: "What do you mean 'am I sure'? Could I possibly be tricking you? My very own father is Zhao Duanyang, a name that anyone close to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Poisons would recognize."
You're not tricking me.
But whether or not you're tricking your father is another matter.
Of course, it would be indiscreet to say any more than that; it would be no different from hurling insults. So Chu Liang veered the conversation into another direction: "This spirit plant is obviously a natural product of this area. I discovered it first. If you guys want to snatch it, I'm ready to fight."
"Heh heh..." The white-clothed youth sneered when it came to that: "Then don't blame us..."
