Seeing Su Han's gaze, Li Qing's face twitched, and he immediately said in a low voice, "Everyone, I'm feeling unwell and must take my leave."
With that, he turned to leave.
Xiao Yuhui's lips slightly curled up, knowing full well that it wasn't because of any illness that Li Qing was leaving—it was because of that remark he had made earlier.
As for Bai Yu and Ping Yuzi, they were still standing there, dumbfounded, looking at the seven stars gradually vanishing from Su Han's forehead, unable to speak for a long time.
"Elder Li, perhaps it's better you don't go just yet."
Su Han's voice rang out loudly as his figure flashed, swiftly moving to stand behind Xiao Yuhui and others, blocking Li Qing's path.
"You haven't fulfilled your promise yet."
Su Han's gaze was sharp, his entire being like a drawn sword, an astonishing presence radiating from within.
"Kneel down, kowtow."
Upon hearing these words, the crowd finally came to their senses.
