Nan ZaiXu took a sip of red wine, slightly squinted his eyes to savor the aftertaste, and then asked, "Any movements from Mo Buwen and the Flower Demon?"
"Reporting to the Young Master, Mo Buwen and the Flower Demon made no moves. They still think Young Master will act simultaneously with them," Gong Lie said respectfully, bowing his head.
Nan ZaiXu opened his eyes, filled with smugness: "Two fools, trying to snatch the cake from me? By the time they realize, I would have already taken the lead."
"In terms of cultivation, in terms of cunning, how can they be Young Master's match," Gong Lie said flatteringly.
Though Nan ZaiXu knew Gong Lie was buttering him up, it was pleasing, putting him in a great mood. He picked up the empty glass nearby and poured wine, "Here, have a taste, this fine wine carries the taste of victory."
"Subordinate is crude, not good at wine tasting."
