"Someone like you cares about this sort of thing?"
Li Hanyan spoke coolly, his gaze averted from Qi Yun.
"Master, you misunderstand." Shaking his head slowly, Qi Yun's tone was earnest. "This person is my dearest friend, a brother in arms."
At these words, Li Hanyan slowly turned, his eyes narrowing.
'Could it be this kid is actually a man of deep feeling...'
"It'll cost extra."
"..."
A muscle on Li Hanyan's eternally cold, stern face twitched almost imperceptibly.
Then, a low chuckle escaped his lips, echoing through the silent courtyard.
"Interesting. Truly interesting." Li Hanyan's gaze returned to Qi Yun. This time, there was less pure indifference in his eyes and more of a probing curiosity.
"Kid, with your talent for sizing up a situation and hiking the price on the spot, you're wasting your time following that old... that fellow, Deng Yin."
"Are you willing to come to my Black Death Mountain?"
