The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees with each step Qie Ranzhe took. Wen Qinxi's body shivered as though responding to this drastic change in temperature. Qie Xieling on the other hand decided to use Zhao Zhi as a meat shield hiding behind him.
Feeling somewhat sullen for being used as a shield by his cowardly son, Wen Qinxi pinched the side of his abdomen and said, "You are his son and I am a stranger so who do you think he is most comfortable killing?"
"Ouch... Shixiong, I am confident in your ability to survive unlike me....," whispered Qie Xieling but he didn't get to finish his words because Qie Ranzhe cleared his throat silencing them both.
Qie Ranzhe glared at these two people begrudgingly as he ambled over to the table at the centre of the room. As soon as he sat down a servant scurried in and placed a tray with a clay teapot and three porcelain cups on the table.
