"Royal City's decree? Ha, ha!"
Watching the delighted Pan Wei, and the Guard Army rapidly encircling him, Ye Zhen couldn't help but feel unalarmed, his lips instead curling into a sneer as he chuckled softly.
Having mixed in Jianghu for several years, how could Ye Zhen commit such a low-level mistake?
The royal decree forbidding martial artists from shedding blood and fighting in the streets of Black Water Royal City—how could Ye Zhen not be aware of it!
"Ye Zhen, I'd like to see how you wriggle your way out of this one; in front of the Royal City's decree, everyone is equal, even if you're a disciple of the Qiyun Sect. You won't be able to escape this time!"
Watching the Guard Army surrounding Ye Zhen, Pan Wei couldn't help but feel smug.
During Caiyi's birthday banquet, not only did Ye Zhen make a fool out of him, but he also couldn't lift his head in front of the many prodigal sons in the Royal City, and the nickname 'Rabbit Master' still hadn't been washed away to this day.
