The guard stammered, "Senior... this... this man... this man killed the young master of the Li family, and I... "
Ye Yang cut him off, his gaze sharp. "All this started with you, didn't it?"
The senior Alchemist, his face etched with concern, turned to Ye Yang.
He understood that if Ye Yang felt compelled to resort to violence, there had to be a compelling reason. "Alchemist Yang, can you explain?"
The guard, witnessing the senior Alchemist's deference towards Ye Yang, felt a chill creep down his spine.
He had crossed a line, offended someone far more powerful than he realized.
The words of another guard echoed in his mind: "Don't you think we're acting too hastily by taking sides?"
But it was too late. Regret, a bitter poison, offered no antidote.
