Although Snow was not a drinker, the news that Zu An was a goner filled her with such overflowing joy that she subconsciously accepted Mei Chaofeng’s offer of wine. “I’m grateful for your help all this while. Once I’m back at the young master’s side, I’ll make sure to speak to him on your behalf.”

Mei Chaofeng laughed heartily. “Yes, may we have a pleasant partnership!”

They clinked their glasses together in celebration. Seeing this, the sect member realized his words had been misunderstood. With a voice verging on tears, he clarified nervously, “Sect master, it’s not Zu An who lost seven-and-a-half million silver taels. We are the ones who owe him that amount!”

Mei Chaofeng was in the midst of celebrating his victory when he heard those words. His hands, which had never trembled while taking the lives of others, twitched violently. The wine cup that he was holding fell to the floor, shattering into countless pieces.

Snow felt her mind go blank as well. Not even in her wildest imaginings had such a situation arisen.

“Repeat that again.” Mei Chaofeng’s expression was dreadful. His high cultivation meant it was almost impossible for him to mishear anything. Never once had he asked a subordinate to repeat a report, but...