'If I don't prepare now, I'll surely be at a disadvantage later.'
Just as Liu Zhaoxue was mulling this over, she suddenly heard a familiar, sinister laugh from ahead.
"Have you run into some trouble, Miss Zhaoxue?"
Liu Zhaoxue snapped out of her thoughts. She frowned at the driver in front of her. "Elder Yan? What are you doing here?"
The man was none other than Yan Fusha of the Five Poison Sect.
"Don't worry, Miss Zhaoxue. Your driver has only fallen asleep. He's not in any danger."
"Now, why don't you tell me what trouble you're in? The sooner we resolve it, the better for us both."
A flicker of annoyance crossed Liu Zhaoxue's eyes, but her tone was calm. "You needn't trouble yourself with the management of the Medicine Hall, Elder Yan."
"You're mistaken, Miss Zhaoxue. The Five Poison Sect is counting on Xinglin Hall's successful expansion before we can begin our plans."
"Don't forget, you and I are in the same boat now."
