Old Mi knew that there was no way he could bluff his way through this. He sighed. “Even if I had it over to you, there’s no way I’ll be spared. Aren’t you the one treating me like a child now?”

Wei Dan’s eyes narrowed. He walked forward. “Little Ying, it seems like you are begging for a fight.”

Old Mi scoffed. “Are you sure that you can win?”

He straightened up from his usual hunched-over posture, and his shriveled body suddenly seemed rather tall and imposing.

Zu An’s heart began to pound. He knew that the two of them were about to fight. Old Mi had always been a mystery in his eyes, and Wei Dan’s cultivation was terrifying as well. If he hadn’t set the room on fire the last time, Pei Mianman would have surely been caught by him, despite her meticulous preparations.

He didn’t know which one of these men would win if they fought.

Wei Dan laughed at Old Mi’s attempt at intimidation. “Little...