"The City Lord of the City of Light, Li Xiu?" The Eighth Master was slightly taken aback.
"Yes, Eighth Master, that Sha Chu is staying at his house now, acting recklessly and disregarding everyone. His ability to become the Commander likely has the backing of the Li Family. We truly have no other recourse, so we've come to seek your help, Eighth Master," Han Minghui said.
"What do you want me to do?" The Eighth Master inwardly sneered.
"We wouldn't dare trouble you to act personally, we only ask that you predict a word for us, to see if we have the fortune to bring him down," Han Minghui said.
The Eighth Master naturally understood Han Minghui's intention; they wanted him to find an opportunity to finish off Li Xiu.
The Eighth Master pretended to ponder, "Then write a word, and I'll predict it for you."
Han Mingshou and Han Minghao rejoiced, while Han Minghui remained expressionless, dipping her finger in the tea and writing the character "Li" on the tea table.
