The oil lamp's dim light cast flickering shadows in the side room.
Liu Qingzhou closed the door, causing the lamp's flame to shiver.
Nie Ruhai leaned sideways on a chair, a porcelain tea cup twirling between his fingers, obscured by a vague, enigmatic smile.
Seeing this, Liu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and walked up to Nie Ruhai.
"About what you said earlier on dealing with Qin An..."
Nie Ruhai suddenly lifted his eyes, the tea cup clinking against the sandalwood table: "Is this how you show respect when asking for help?"
Liu Qingzhou knew exactly what Nie Ruhai meant, took a deep breath, and slightly bowed: "I earnestly seek Mr. Nie's guidance."
He didn't know what plan Nie Ruhai had, but as long as it could help him avenge, he was willing to swallow his pride.
Nie Ruhai smiled faintly, slipping out an ancient book without a cover from his sleeve, the parchment pages glowing dark red under the lamp.
"You have only your left arm, then cultivate this technique."
