"Ji Jue—"

Lou Feng's face went pale as he clenched his teeth, unable to bear such humiliation. Just as he was about to turn away, he heard Ji Jue's soft sigh.

"Because it was only when I shook hands with you that I realized we are the same. Both with two eyes and one nose, both apprentices, both part of Ashes, walking on the same path, no difference at all.

The gap between us isn't that insurmountable either, right?"

Ji Jue finally smiled, without mockery or disdain, just solemnly telling him, "To this day, I still think so."

The starting line is always beneath our feet.

Both part of Ashes, this desire for progress and ascent—what's the difference?

But the difference lies in that I've already run a stretch. Now, are you going to catch up, Lou Feng?

Lou Feng said nothing.

"Although I don't think that just because I've made a suggestion others must agree, I believe it's beneficial for both of us.

Whether we collaborate is a significant matter. Pushing you to make a statement hastily is meaningless. The specific agreement and the prospects for the next project's development are all here. I hope you'll consider responding to me later, everything is negotiable."

Ji Jue handed over a document he had prepared long ago, a thick stack.

Lou Feng hesitated, not reaching out.

He was undecided whether to accept this invitation or to throw it aside, laughing coldly towards the sky, saying 'Thirty years east of Nandu River, thirty years west, let's wait and see.'"

But Ji Jue's actions were unwavering, just quietly waiting.

Until Lou Feng reached out, grasped it tightly, only then did Ji Jue slowly let go.

Ji Jue laughed.

"The matter with the craftsman is already discussed."

He asked, "Now, can we go for tea between old friends?"

Lou Feng sighed.

Nodded.

Then, he regretted it.

...because the tea was really terrible!

The tea was indeed good, but no matter how good it is, if not properly stored, it will spoil in the ghastly weather of Hai Province! What does Ji Jue know about brewing tea in a big enamel mug anyway!

The bitterness and astringency lingered in the throat, persisted until the evening when Lou Feng lay sleepless in the guest room provided by the Coast, thinking about Ji Jue's pretentious tea-making, couldn't help but get up to curse.

And then, he heard...

A loud bang!

The door was kicked open.

Good news, it wasn't Ji Jue, taking risk after numbing himself, trying to turn him into a fine jade.

Bad news, the door-kicker was his aunt.

She was holding a bottle of unknown origin alcohol, chugged away, her brows dazzling, "Hey, I must say, this little thing is quite potent!"

"You drank?" Lou Feng's face changed dramatically, fear began to creep in.

"Ah, it's just local brewed rice wine, no alcohol content, a breeze will solve it."

But at this state, no breezing will solve it!

Yet Lou Yanyue plopped herself onto his chair, lifted her legs, and smacked her tongue with "You're still entangled? Isn't it a great thing?

No matter success or failure, there's no loss."

"It's not a matter of success or failure."

Lou Feng sighed, shaking his head, hesitated to speak, and yet had nothing to say.

What else could be said?

It was nothing but resentment, dissatisfaction, not worth airing, only to be laughed at.

"You Ashes are really troublesome, can't figure it out! White Deer's straightforward style, one glance and the fight starts."

Lou Yanyue's fingers sparked, thinking about doing some electric therapy, but burped and suddenly laughed.

"But when said, isn't it all about the same?"

She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming, "It's just the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest, if you're unhappy, just fight him, and whoever wins calls the shots, isn't it?"

"Sounds easy!"

Lou Feng rolled his eyes, his aunt's muscle-bound approach , even a dog would shake its head at Ji Jue.

But as Lou Yanyue looked over, her drunken eyes, were sharp.

Penetrating to the bone, clear understanding.

"Can't beat him?"

She grinned, seemingly mocking, "Or you dare not to fight?"

"Dare not? Me?!"

Lou Feng immediately got angry, "We're both craftsmen, what's there to fear? How many golden ribbons does he have? Am I afraid of dying?"

"Good boy!"

Lou Yanyue grinned, slapped Lou Feng on the forehead, "Your aunt didn't misjudge you, a bit nagging but at least you've got guts!"

Saying that, she jumped up from the chair, "Let's go!"

Lou Feng cried out.

Because Lou Yanyue didn't let go, still holding onto his hair!

Almost dragged off the bed, stunned gaze met with local twin-tails beneath, haphazardly retorted, "Where to?"

"—to issue a challenge!"

Lou Yanyue grinned, retrieved her necklace, and breathed on the stamp-like pendant, wiped it, infused spiritual energy, turning it into a Crystal Seal.

This was her credential as a key player of Lou family!

A rare moment her nephew showed courage, how could an aunt sit back?

Betting on the principal and subordinate status, challenging Ji Jue!

"Rightfully, decide the victor!"

Lou Yanyue laughed loudly, dragging the bewildered Lou Feng, kicked the door open again.

Rarely, felt the blood boiling!

Then...

Then, things seemed to unintentionally get big!

Two hours later, in the middle of the night, Second Uncle Lou Xian got shaken awake by a call from his little sister, before dawn Third Uncle Lou Guan arrived by Flying Airship.

At six o'clock, Master Kong's car stopped at the entrance of Coastal Industry.

At seven o'clock, Ye Xian was already sitting in Ji Jue's office chair, pouring out Ji Jue's 'good tea' into the trash.

At seven-thirty, an 'unexpectedly' passing Ether Chosen One·Tong Ting came with snacks to join the fest!

Amidst a lively, festival-like, bustling scene, only Ji Jue and Lou Feng looked at each other, speechless.

*Sigh*, can it be reconciled?

But at this point, it seems a fight is inevitable!

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