My name is Duan Qingyi.
My name is... Duan Qingyi.
These three words are like the sharpest bone-scraping blade, cutting through every bone in his body. For a few seconds, Mr. Muo felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and his vision darkened momentarily.
He instinctively took a step back.
The bodyguard behind him quickly supported him, "High Priest..."
The villagers watching nearby heard it, and their eyes almost popped out in shock, whispering, "He... he is the High Priest?"
"It should be correct. Look, those bodyguards have the word 'Qin' tattooed on their shoulders..."
All the villagers present were so frightened they dared not speak. Father Qin and Mother Qin were even more shocked. They never expected the man returning their daughter to have such a noble and esteemed identity... A single word from Mr. Muo could determine their life or death.
