"Clang!"
Chu Ge tossed the Tang knife in his right hand towards Yuan He, landing accurately at Yuan He's feet.
Yuan He frowned, glanced at the knife on the ground, then at Chu Ge. Though he didn't speak, his face was full of "What do you mean?"
Chu Ge, of course, knew that Yuan He had many doubts in his heart, but... he wasn't planning to explain too much to Yuan He. He shrugged and let out a chuckle.
"What? Are you so scared when you see me? So terrified that you won't even dare to pick up the knife?"
Yuan He stood still, despite knowing that under such strange circumstances, picking up the knife would be the wisest choice compared to bare-handed.
However, Chu Ge's words annoyed him too much; on the surface, they seemed like questioning, but in reality, it felt more like a condescending command, or perhaps trying to lead him by the nose.
