The daolord of the asura took a deep breath. If he had a heart, it would be beating right out of his chest right now. Meanwhile, Qin Ye watched silently as the daolord slowly descended from the sky. The two locked eyes with each other in tense, electrifying silence, until the daolord finally spoke moments later, “Unless… Yanluo Qin is unwilling?”

Qin Ye gazed deep into the daolord’s eyes. He was almost certain by now that the daolord had sensed something amiss. But even then, he couldn’t understand what went wrong with his performance earlier.

Bluntly put, the key to playing poker was to have gonads of steel. And to this end, Qin Dogballs was clearly in a league of his own.

“Are you not afraid that the Harken would send you flying as soon as it sees you?” Qin Ye smiled faintly as he continued to maintain his pretenses, doing everything he could to leave things as open as possible.

“Of course I am.” The daolord lowered his head and concealed the palpable murderous intent stirring in the depths of his eyes, “But… you’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Besides… what I’m even more terrified about is the prospect of being used without even knowing so. I’ve had my fair share of stepping on others, and I don’t intend on having a taste of my own medicine anytime soon…”

“Fine.” Qin Ye nodded calmly.

Qin Ye could tell that this was one of those situations where the more he said, the worse things would get.

The daolord of the asura cupped his hands...