Xiang Zhuang performs his sword dance with his thoughts on the Duke of Pei.
Zhou Li sat upright beside the King of Han, both of them watching the tense scene unfolding before them.
Liu Chongjun wore dark armor and wielded a long saber, his face mask resembling a ghastly demon, his whole being brimming with murderous intent.
Qianhu was dressed in bright red Jinyiwei attire, holding an Embroidered Spring Knife in hand, his expression steadfast, embodying both righteousness and calm.
Both men faced each other, like a standoff between a knife and a shield, neither of them moving an inch.
"Such an overt display of dominance,"
Zhou Li remarked with emotion.
"So, Young Master Zhou, could you get off me?"
His Royal Highness, King of Han, looked numbly at Zhou Li, who was leaning against him, almost clinging onto him, and after taking a deep breath said in a serious tone, "Mind the impression you're making."
"It's just that feeling so close to His Royal Highness the King of Han,"
