"....."
In the silent chamber, Xu Xinyao stared in astonishment at her solemn-faced Third Brother.
What did he mean by that?
Under her gaze, Xu Yuan's expression didn't change in the slightest.
The bustling streets of the Imperial Capital quieted down due to the carriages passing by,
Within the black dragon carriage,
Xu Changge furrowed his brows, his voice somewhat stern:
"Changtian! What do you mean by this....."
"....."
Confronted with the question, Xu Yinhe's expression remained unchanged, and he had no intention of speaking, yet his fingers moved slightly, sealing off Xu Changge's forthcoming words.
He had used qi.
And even someone with Xu Changge's cultivation felt instant pressure, as heavy as a mountain.
Against the pressure, Xu Changge tried to speak, only to meet Xu Yinhe's piercing, bone-chilling gaze.
Xu Changge's words stopped abruptly, and what followed was a long silence.
