Duan Rong's tone was calm and amiable, but the threat and the deep, sharp gaze still made Yin Cong's face change slightly.
Yin Cong hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, junior brother. You see, your senior brother might be a chatterbox, but I know what should be said and what shouldn't."
Duan Rong replied, "I knew you'd understand my difficulties. After all, we need to get along for a long time..."
"Indeed, indeed." Yin Cong's gaze towards Duan Rong had changed.
As they crossed the Iron Chain and returned to Shang Xiangyu, the sky had already turned dark.
They arrived at Pan Yong's cave entrance and handed him the two bags of medicine and Shang Xiangyu's Star Disc.
Pan Yong stood at the cave entrance, with candles lit inside. The dim candlelight cast a mottled shadow at the mouth of the cave.
