A deal with the QI nation

Shōgun knew that if he had any other option than coming to Zhang Wei, he'll stick to it not minding any uphill battle. War is what holds two enemies, but this time was different and difficult for Shōgun. He knew what was coming up if he ever pledge to Zhang Wei, but some limitations are applied and Zhang Wei won't bridge that.

“I need your help,” Shōgun told him calmly. Looking at Zhang Wei's expression, he saw contempt, the very look that he's known for, and now Shōgun didn't want to mind about that. What more is important than his clan— the magisterium?

With one more look, Shōgun reviled within him. Zhang Wei, no matter how pure you look, there's nothing that can change your evil soul.

Zhang Wei breathes out slowly making a long soft sound. “Want a tea?“ He asked.

Shōgun kept mute, he was enduring the act of disesteem coming from Zhang Wei. What more can I

expect from this insolent?