"Yu… Jiu… Qing!!!"
Jiang Chengyi's furious roar was so loud that Shen Qing heard it clearly, even though she was already some distance from the hall.
She massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
'We really should have stayed behind to handle that mess ourselves, but Yu Jiuqing is clearly emotionally unstable right now. Poor Jiang Chengyi is stuck with it.'
She looked up at Yu Jiuqing, his face tense and unreadable, and called out softly, "Jiuqing?"
"My husband?"
"Yu Jiuqing!"
But no matter what she called out, the man just strode forward, his face a tense, gloomy mask. His aura terrified the soldiers they passed, sending shivers down their spines.
