"Qing Fenghua," Wang Jian greeted her with a smile, "come, sit next to me."
Normally, Qing Fenghua would have ignored such a suggestion, but the words of the Great Deity were deeply imprinted in her mind. She hesitated for a moment before moving to sit beside him on the sofa.
"Pour yourself a drink and join me," Wang Jian said, his voice smooth and inviting.
Qing Fenghua complied, filling a glass with the rich, crimson wine. She took a few cautious sips, feeling the warmth of the liquid spread through her body. As she drank, Wang Jian began to discuss serious matters, focusing on the strengths and weaknesses of the Corrupt Dragon Clan.
"We need to strike at their base star," Wang Jian said, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Targeting Dong Zhuo will be crucial. If we can assassinate Dong Zhi, their morale will crumble."