Elder Sang's hands were hidden in his sleeve. He curled his fingers and effortlessly sealed the invisible raging fire away.
Elder Qiao was the first to speak. "Where's the enemy, Xu Xiaoshou?"
What enemy?
Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled. Had the Spirit Palace been infiltrated by yet another enemy? What was going on?
Hovering in midair, Ye Xiaotian looked as tall as the rest. He glared at Elder Qiao. They should have let Xu Xiaoshou speak first.
If what he said aligned with what they knew, that would mean that there was nothing wrong with him. But they would have a problem on their hands if it didn't.
Speaking first was akin to giving Xu Xiaoshou a chance to weasel out of the precarious spot that he was in right now.
Elder Qiao glared back fearlessly.
It was clear what Elder Qiao thought about that. Who subjected to the appraising looks of four men would be able to withstand that kind of pressure?
