The weather was clear and pleasant that day, and the inn was very peaceful.
The master of the Fruit and Flower Club, Yuan Yizhi, stood guard outside, his old face serious.
Yuan Mengji sat in the room, persuading seriously: "You really don't need to worry about anything. At least one-sixth of Mo Yun City is surnamed Yuan, and that Crimson Moon King has not been exposed yet, but once any traces are revealed, I have a hundred methods to deal with her. If worst comes to worst, I can ask my grandfather to step in. Frankly speaking, the reason for inviting you to help is to use your name, lest Lu Qilang makes noise. You, with no relatives and suddenly rising, have actually received some kind of inheritance in secret and happen to possess something that can eliminate She Guyu... isn't this quite reasonable?"
Chai Asi felt a chill in his heart.
Yuan Mengji's last words carried a hint of threat.
