“小子，你他妈找死啊！”

teeth grinding, the voice shot at me from behind like a vengeful demon. i turned around and there was the second master of the wudang Sect, zhang yaohua, standing there with killing intent radiating from his eyes. his face was dyed with anger, pushing a person deeply into a difficult situation.

this was the tea house where we were supposed to negotiate. i had come here with some hope, but i never thought it would end like this. zhang yaohua strode over, his steps heavy as if weighing a thousandweights, and planted his hands on the table. the chopsticks and cups trembled violently, with a few of them even flying up and smashing onto the wall.

“what do you think you’re doing, little brat? challenging wudang’s authority?” zhang yaohua sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

i took a deep breath to calm down my racing heart. i knew i couldn't back down from this. if i did, zhang yaohua would only become more arrogant and perhaps even more dangerous in the future. i straightened my back and met his gaze firmly.