Xiao Yi looked at the newcomer expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, you're too late!"
In the void.
Qi's face wore a strange expression as he looked at Xiao Yi, especially when his eyes lingered on the head of the funeral envoy at the latter's feet, eventually turning into a wry smile, "Director Xiao, you really are..."
Qi found himself at a loss for words.
The funeral envoy.
This was none other than the unwavering confidant of the peerless War King Yang Huanyu, who had followed him for over a hundred years!
Even Emperor Qian would not dare to provoke such a being lightly.
And yet Xiao Yi had just killed him?
Seeing the shock on Qi's face, Xiao Yi sneered inwardly.
Although the Imperial Capital is vast,
the news had already spread.
He refused to believe that Emperor Qian had only received the news now. Qi was not early nor late, but chose to show up just as he had completely fallen out with Black and White Shuangsha, at the moment he was about to execute the funeral envoy.
