Even with his suspicions, Pei Ye still clenched the hilt of his longsword in that instant.
Qu Zhu... This man was just before their eyes, and they had exchanged glances and dozens of killing moves.
In the end, he still came and went as he pleased.
This was the helplessness of having no solution, after all, a young man joined with Liuli could not be equated to a true Audience at the Imperial Court; or rather, it was precisely his own speed and perception that limited Liuli, which could only be fully utilized in self-protection.
However, an even more chilling question lay before them... How could Qu Zhu so flawlessly impersonate someone they had never met before?
