"How do you feel? Is there anything amiss?"
Qian Jiyun didn't care how these people were slaughtering each other; he looked at An Jiuyue with concern and asked in a soft voice.
"I'm fine. Those poisons can't hurt me; I have the space." An Jiuyue gave him a reassuring look and continued to watch the drama unfold.
Both of them now had the space at their side. Not to mention standing in this corridor, even if they were standing in fire, wouldn't they remain unscathed?
"Is this all the people they have? So few?"
She counted carefully and saw there were fewer than one hundred people. The place that the Luoyang-Shao Residence's master valued more than his own life didn't seem as formidable as she had imagined.
"Don't be fooled by their small numbers; each and every one of them is an expert," Qian Jiyun said.
From the perspective of ordinary people, everyone here was an expert. Not even the imperial guards by the old emperor's side could match any single person here.
