"The talent of Yi Chengzi was too terrifying. Having been without news for a while now, this person has most likely either been completely crippled or has already died from serious injuries, hence the absence. This could be considered good news," Yuan Hong thought with relief. However, seeing Qing Yunzi bowing his head without speaking, his eyes were darting around, full of an eagle-like sharpness and wolf-like wariness—an overbearing aura impossible to conceal. Yuan Hong couldn't help feeling an inexplicable anger rise and, in an instant, swept his sleeve across Qing Yunzi's chest, knocking him against the wall behind and causing him to fly back and fall down, spitting a mouthful of blood in reverse.
"Even in the presence of a True Monarch, you dare to glare at me. Today, for the sake of the Red Flame Army and the Zhen'an Office, I'll administer a little punishment as a stern warning," he said.
