"Peaceful coexistence?"
"That also depends on who you're dealing with. If someone were to put a knife to my throat, I wouldn't just stand by idly, but I'm not some martial arts expert either. If I can't win openly, I can only resort to some underhanded tactics in secret. Though unseemly, they can save my life, and I just hope that Group Leader Zhang will be merciful with the six moves he has left."
"Zhang remembers.
"Zhang Liang brushes off his sleeves and departs.
His lips tinged with a trace of crimson.
"In the Southern Dynasty, four hundred eighty monasteries, all hidden within the misty rain of the pavilions.
