"I find this child amusing. I'd like to take her for a bit of... research." The old Daoist didn't even glance at the surrounding crowd, his drunken eyes fixed on the chubby baby inside.
Research?
The words sent the crowd into an uproar. Researching a dead person!
To block the road in broad daylight and spout such outrageous claims—he was clearly picking a fight with the General's family.
"Madman," old Prince Helian scoffed.
"Surround him."
The accompanying guards immediately swarmed forward.
"Senior, please tell us what you desire. As long as it is within the Qian family's power, we will do it. We only ask that you not disturb the deceased child." Qian Fu stepped forward.
He was no martial artist, but he knew that for someone to instantly immobilize his son, Zhan Chi, Gu Shuo, Du Yi, and a dozen others proved this man's strength was extraordinary—far beyond even the Royal Family's elite Hidden Guards.
