Wang Ping's words carried an air of intimidation.
But neither Fire Box nor Batu showed the slightest change in expression. Fire Box still held his teacup with a cheerful smile, as if still savoring the clear tea's fragrance. Batu was as impassive as ever, as though nothing in the world could move him.
"Daoist, if you've looked into what happened, you should know that if we had decided to take it by force on Yunque Mountain, Lv Wen and his wife could only have complied."
Fire Box took a small object wrapped in a gray rag from the tattered pouch at his waist. "We never said this trip was to take back that Outer Realm Demon..."
As he finished speaking, he unwrapped the gray rag to reveal loose-leaf tobacco.
"Care for some?" Fire Box asked Wang Ping with a smile.
Wang Ping shook his head.
Fire Box asked again, "Would you mind if I had a smoke?"
"Be my guest..."
Wang Ping made a welcoming gesture, then picked up the teapot and topped off the cups in front of Fire Box and Batu.
