Martial Cultivator

Chen Chao and Yun Jianyue sat down in front of the bamboo building. Yu Xiyi looked at Yun Jianyue in his dark red daoist robe, then at the jar of alcohol that had already been set on the table. Finally, he could not hold back anymore and stared at Chen Chao as if he were looking at a madman. "You're planning to have him kill Yinli?"

Yun Jianyue had just taken his seat. Hearing this, he only furrowed his brows slightly but said nothing.

Chen Chao smiled. "Don't scare him off."

Yu Xiyi sneered. "Anyone you manage to fool into coming here, do you really think I could scare them away?"

Chen Chao only smiled and said nothing, instead turning to Yun Jianyue. After pouring him a drink, he said with a smile, "The last time we met was probably in the desolate north. I didn't know at the time, but later I learned a bit about what happened. Before that demon race princess came looking for trouble with me, you stopped her once. If you hadn't, I reckon that I'd probably be dead now. So, I owe you one, this cup is to toast you."

Hearing this, Yu Xiyi let out a dissatisfied snort. "And what about Your Father?!"

Chen Chao nodded, raising his cup with a grin. "You're both my saviors, I owe both of you a toast."

Yun Jianyue did not touch the cup. Instead, he said calmly, "I didn't know it was you at the time. But in the desolate north, if it was a demon I was facing, I would have acted regardless. No need for thanks."

Chen Chao chuckled. "You're noble and upright; naturally above such trivialities."