Liang Wu spat and said, "Scoundrel! Ungrateful wretch, shut your mouth quickly and stop sullying our ears!"
Qian Tong, infuriated by the insult, grew ashamed and enraged, raising his blade to strike. Yet, at that moment, a voice called out from behind the curtain, "Stop!"
Though Qian Tong was ruthless, the voice made him shiver involuntarily. He turned his head and saw Zhang Zhan, supported by a servant, walking out with his gaze fixed on Qian Tong's face. In a deep voice, he said, "Qian Tong, is it you who's behind my illness?"
Zhang Zhan had a towering figure that was not as imposing on his sickbed, but now, standing before them, his presence was overwhelming. Qian Tong instinctively took a few steps back. Though he had envisioned countless ways to kill Zhang Zhan, he couldn't help his wavering resolve. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, he boldly declared, "Indeed! It was I who aimed to kill you!"
Zhang Zhan nodded slightly and said in a measured tone, "Come forth."
