Chapter One Hundred Twenty [Yin-Yang]
Wu Daodao's expression had turned serious as well.
He realized that the "Junior Brother" before him wasn't joking; his tone was quite earnest.
As for the talk of "drawing blood"...
Looking into the calm eyes of the young man before him, a shiver shot through Wu Daodao's heart. He truly could do it!
"Junior Brother, everyone has their own secrets."
Wu Daodao swallowed hard.
"I know," Chen Nuo nodded thoughtfully. "You help me this time, and I owe you a favor."
After a pause, Chen Nuo spoke again in a very steady tone, "Believe me. When the time comes, my favor could be very valuable."
Wu Daodao fell silent.
Chen Nuo didn't rush him, slowly sipping his tea.
When he finished the tea, one sip at a time, the cup landed gently on the tea table, emitting a crisp sound.
Wu Daodao looked up.
He sighed, and the Senior Brother slowly said, "All right."
Chen Nuo nodded, pushed a teacup in front of Wu Daodao, and poured him some tea.
