"Hahaha!" The joyful laughter of Wu Qi suddenly rang out within the dagger drawn hall.
He clapped his hands relaxedly and wiped off all the blood. He then brought out a long robe from his storage bag and clad on his body, covering the broken shirt and pants on his buttock. While wearing a relaxed, joyful smile on his face, the crimson glow in Wu Qi's eyes quickly faded away. He waved his hand casually at those armored soldiers, who had their bodies turned stiff and their nerves so tense that they nearly broke down.
"What are you doing? What are you all trying to do? My young master and Prince Ci are relatives to each other, and Prince Ci is also the senior of my master! The senior is having a chat with his junior. Why are you clustering here and distracting them? Yan Fu, Yan Fu! Give each of them a stack of gold coins, then bring them out and serve them good wine and good meat!"
