Like the fool Xuan expected his uncle to be, he followed Li Feng into the room, smiling. Maybe he was thinking, or hoping, she was thinking what he had in mind.
They sat on the bed as Li Feng dropped her tea in between them; she'd be seen dead inches near a disgusting dead man.
If it wasn't that Xuan had that taboo sword technique, she knew herself to be way out of her league.
"Heh... so what is it you have in mind?" asked Han, wanting to rush the process of his thoughts. He honestly believed Li Feng brought him here for that.
Li Feng sighed. "Well, the thing is..." she sighed again. The words were not heavy; she just needed Han to say something.
"What? What is it?" he asked.
"Have some tea, and—" she sighed. Han quickly took the tea beside him, and as he swallowed the liquid, Li Feng added, this time not stuttering or weaving sighs,
"Xuan wants to make you a cripple, and I'm helping him do that."
