"What do you think you're doing!"
The tip of the blade was about to pierce her skin when a sharp pain shot through Cao Luyun's wrist. The world spun, and she was thrown hard to the ground.
The Grandmaster's face was cold, his voice deep. The Guard Commander snatched the blade away before lowering his head and retreating to the side.
Outside the door, everyone knelt on the ground in terror, silent as the grave.
The Grandmaster turned to the indifferent man beside him and roared, "If I hadn't stopped you, would you have just watched her die?"
Lu Xiu didn't answer. He didn't need to.
His actions were his attitude.
The crowd grew even more frightened. The Grandmaster had never lost his temper with the Grand Commandant before.
Inside and out, aside from Cao Luyun sobbing on the floor, not another sound could be heard.
After a long moment, the Grandmaster sighed wearily.
"She won't be able to return to the Prime Minister's Mansion for the next few days."
