Qin Yihan's words instantly diminished the fiery arrogance surrounding Cheng Yao.
He scrutinized the man before him with great attention.
Tall and straight, muscular but not bulky, his entire being emitted an innate nobility and aloofness.
Even standing in the courtyard of a peasant's home, the man seemed as though he was seated on a monarch's throne, radiating an oppressive force that made others hesitant to draw near.
It was as though getting close to him would be overwhelming, as if his aura would crush you, leaving you struggling to breathe.
Cheng Yao furrowed his brows, eyeing the masked man before him cautiously, "And who might you be from the Qin Family?"
"Qin Zimo."
Qin Yihan curled his lips into a smile. Judging by the involuntary shrinking of Cheng Yao's stature, Cheng Yao knew of Qin Zimo, as well as his so-called "heroic deeds."
The man let out a chuckle and casually pointed towards Xinglin, who was tied up to a post at a distance, "That's my brother; let him go."
