Sunlight International Hotel.
Zhou Yu and Xing Nong were drinking tea in a newly reserved private room.
Of course, only Zhou Yu appeared calm and carefree. On the other hand, Xing Nong and Jiang Lai were deeply unsettled and full of trepidation. Especially Xing Nong, who was acutely aware that the Martial Pavilion could never subdue the Qu Family. Zhou Yu placing all his hopes on the Martial Pavilion was nothing short of courting death.
At this moment, he was restless, glancing out of the window every now and then, his mind racing for a way to break the deadlock.
Zhou Yu observed this and couldn't help but find it amusing.
This old man—he had been so unyielding and defiant at the start. How did he end up like this, getting more cowardly by the moment?
Instead of saying anything, Zhou Yu simply continued sipping his tea leisurely.
