"I've already said, it was just that the incident happened so suddenly, there were too many people present..."
The madness of Qi Yutai had already spread, Rouge Lane was filled with drinkers and passers-by. Many had left to other places, like fish entering a broader stream, indistinguishable in the sea, yet spreading the news everywhere.
The Qi Family could silence one mouth, ten mouths, but not a hundred mouths, let alone those hundred would quickly become a thousand, ten thousand, endlessly.
This matter was troublesome.
Qi Qing closed his eyes.
The blade of a warrior, the pen of a scholar, both are tools for killing. And the pen kills faster and more furiously than the blade by a hundredfold.
The screaming of Qi Yutai gradually subsided in Qi Qing's ears, finally exhausted from struggling. The newly prepared medicinal soup had not yet arrived, and Qi Qing sat quietly, his eyes filled with fatigue, like an aged father.
Qi Yutai turned his head, facing Qi Qing directly.
