Qi Yue was disturbed, and she was in a foul mood!
She fiercely threw the Tang Sword in her hand, the blade whizzed by Zu Wen's neck, shaving off the hair at his temples, and flew into the pillar opposite, leaving only the hilt exposed.
"Say one more word, and I'll kill you all!"
Li Fangye glanced at the knife embedded in the pillar and fell to the ground with a "thud," his mouth open wide, unable to speak for a long time.
Zu Wen stood still, not daring to move a muscle.
A faint stench wafted through the air.
Qi Yue disdainfully tossed the letter onto Zu Wen's face and left without looking back.
That night, thunderous roars echoed from the heavily guarded southern gate of Yanjing.
Those with nothing better to do counted specifically—the thunderclaps sounded eighteen times.
Others said it wasn't just eighteen times but twenty-eight times.
Regardless of the exact number, the next morning, people were shocked to find that the southern gate of Yanjing was gone.
