"Silence!"
Just as the strange shadow's hand was about to touch Su Xuan, a faint figure suddenly materialized in front of him. Upon seeing the faint figure, Su Xuan's pupils shrank. He recognized that silhouette—it was the scholar he often saw in his mansion on Houhai Street. He had dealt with the man before over a prescription.
But how could he be here? Has he been following me this whole time? Su Xuan was completely baffled.
"Who are you?" the strange shadow asked, startled. It drifted back several steps.
"My friend," the scholar said to the shadow, his bearing elegant as he held a scroll in one hand with the other behind his back. "The words you just spoke were rather excessive. I could not simply stand by and watch, so I would like to have a debate with you."
"A debate?" The strange shadow paused. "What do you want to debate about?"
"How about we make a wager first?" the scholar suggested. "If I win our debate, you will apologize with your death. How does that sound?"
