"You…"
Lei Xuankong clenched his fists, his anger plain on his face, though he also understood the reality of the situation. With Bai Yuchen here, killing Li Yun was no longer an option.
"Fine." His voice was cold. "Very good. Bai Yuchen, since you insist on shielding him, I'll stop here today. The mountains remain and the rivers keep flowing. We'll meet again."
He grabbed the kneeling Yin Cangxiao and turned to leave, but before he could get far, another cold voice spoke up.
"Leave? Lei Xuankong, who told you that you were free to leave?"
The voice carried a natural majesty, and a young man in imperial golden robes appeared directly in Lei Xuankong's path.
A purple-gold crown rested on his head, and his expression was cold, dignified, and imposing. When Li Yun looked at him more closely, he immediately noticed how strongly the newcomer's features resembled Huang Tianlin's.
"Seventh Brother."
