There was not only Su Qin, but also Cheng Meihua and a group of sorry-looking noble ladies. There were a few useless playboys among them. In total, there were about twenty plus of them.
The people who detained them were seven eighth- and ninth-grade Mystic Soldiers who did not have high cultivation. However, that person—dressed in black clothing and carrying a bow, appearing with them and standing to one side by himself—was clearly not an ordinary cultivator.
Ye Qianli's eyes were all focused on this person. From the giant black bow on his back, that previous ghostly black arrow was most likely released by him.
"Ye Qianli, ignore them. Retreat." At the same time, Grand Secretary Bai—who had also seen the situation clearly—shouted loudly instead. After all, to him, this choice was very simple. The hostages were a bunch of trash! Ye Qianli, however, would definitely be the pillar of the dynasty in the future. Who was more important? Even a fool would understand.
