Chu Li shook his head and burst out laughing.
Song Shiling flew into a rage. "What are you laughing at!"
Chu Li smiled. "Don't you think it's funny?"
"Bastard, did you just say that it's funny?!" Song Shiling stood up. He glared at Chu Li and then he shouted, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"
Chu Li maintained his smile. "Heir to the High Duke, I'm a Rank 2 Scribe from The Yi Public House. You should know the consequences of killing me!"
"Humph! You're nothing but a Scribe!" Song Shiling sneered contemptuously. "Do you really think that The Yi Public House would go to war with us just because you're dead? What wishful thinking you have!"