"You just called Senior Brother Nie a lackey!"
"You're dead!"
Nie Hao's civil facade shattered completely. His eyes went cold, his jaw clenched, and spiritual pressure rolled off him in waves.
"I tried to be polite," Nie Hao said quietly. "I really did."
Long Chen turned to leave.
"Where do you think you're going!?" one of the lackeys shouted.
Suddenly, the five men moved.
They surrounded him completely now, forming a tight circle. There were no gaps or escape routes. Their spiritual pressure pressed down on him from all sides—five Qi Acquisition cultivators, all higher stage than him.
Nie Hao stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "There's a saying, Long Chen. It's better to drink a toast rather than a forfeit. You should have taken the toast."
"Probably," Long Chen agreed.
Then he moved.
His body blurred.
