Sikong Ling wasn't surprised; if Han Yu lacked even this much ability and still held onto Lady Yue, Sikong would have long since flicked a finger and eliminated him. It shouldn't have come to this. However, Han Yu still didn't handle things well enough, allowing Mrs. Yao Qin to find a loophole. Thankfully, thus far on their journey, he hadn't noticed anything amiss with Lady Yue.
After Han Yu spoke those words, he remained silent, waiting for Sikong Ling to say something. Sikong Ling, meanwhile, was appraising Han Yu, waiting for him to lose patience and ask a question first. The two men, different in origin but equally outstanding, locked gazes in a standoff, neither willing to concede and lose face.
Han Yu's face didn't show it, but he was growing impatient and anxious inside. He had no clue how his wife was faring and had no time to waste on Sikong Ling's nonsense. Seeing Sikong standing there so calmly, it was clear he was ready to drag this out.
