Emperor Qin stared at Chen Feng, his heart filled with surprise, yet not a trace showed on his face.
Chen Feng was not afraid either, and met Emperor Qin's gaze.
The battle saber in Emperor Qin's hand trembled as if it might attack Chen Feng at any moment.
But Chen Feng didn't even blink!
This shift from surprise to solemnity occurred in Emperor Qin, for young people of Chen Feng's age usually revered him like a god; they wouldn't dare meet his gaze, let alone stand close enough to tremble.
Yet Chen Feng's calm was a bit terrifying, causing Emperor Qin not only to feel a desire to kill him but also to become alert.
"Young man, this is the Imperial Palace, where masters abound. Aren't you afraid you won't return?"
Emperor Qin stared at Chen Feng.
"I'm not," Chen Feng said. "The most exalted Emperor Qin wouldn't kill me without reason, would he? Even if you wanted to kill me, you'd need a convincing reason."
"Does the Emperor Qin need a reason to kill?"
Emperor Qin sneered.
