Qin Yu stepped out, his long sword positioned behind him, his demeanor neither casual nor solemn, appearing utterly ordinary yet exuding a unique aura - so unique that even Shangwen Lingyun, despite her sorrowful state, took notice, her gaze lowered in silence while Qin Yu looked towards King Huang and the others.
"I didn't want to say anything, but now that you're suggesting he might be plotting a rebellion, I'm getting a bit anxious."
"If he has plotted a rebellion, wouldn't I be implicated as being in league with him?"
"That can't be right."
After all she said it, in broad daylight many had seen her fighting bravely against the assassin leader to save the day in a moment of peril - could that really be denied?
"How dare you! What are you? You have no right to speak here!" King Huang bellowed in anger.
Qin Yu's tone indeed lacked respect but wasn't frivolous either; after all, he was someone from the martial art world.
