"Who?"
"You!"
"Me?"
"If not you, then who?"
Xu Wenzhu knocked on the tabletop.
Liang Qu understood tacitly and quickly grabbed the pot to brew tea.
Billows of white steam rose, the tea leaves unfolded, and the boiling water turned into a bright yellow soup.
"Uncle Xu, elaborate, how could I possibly manage such a feat?"
"Eight-clawed King, a demon king of the seas, its exact status remains unknown, but certainly not low, Sea Master, top tier Great Demon, equivalent to a Grandmaster of Heavenly Beings. Such a creature is trapped; why would it send a message to a mere Hunting Tiger like you asking for help? How many heads and hands do you have?"
Liang Qu nodded repeatedly, "I'm puzzled myself."
