Especially... it was him.
As expected, his intervention to stop the fight only added fuel to Lord Quan the Fourth's rage.
Furiously shaking off his hold, Emperor Quan quickly turned his head and sat up straight, his sharp eyes narrowing as he stared at him, his voice ice cold.
"What? Are you feeling sorry for her?"
Iron Hand lowered his eyelids, his face expressionless. Not one for words, how could he play peacemaker? So, he repeated his earlier statement.
"Fourth Master, let's talk it out... no need for violence."
Violence? If he was really going to hit her, could she still be sitting there unharmed?
Emperor Quan stared at Iron Hand, his heart 'whooshing' as if leaking air.
