Each with Their Own Thoughts

Xia Yi, also known as Duàn Yì, had not been an unknown figure even before this.

He had enjoyed an immense reputation throughout Hebei, especially for the deeds that had spread from Ji County in You Prefecture. He was considered the most dazzling figure among the younger generation.

Not only was his martial arts formidable, but he was still young, with limitless potential, and was greatly anticipated by those of the martial world.

It was only that his actions had always been solitary, and he rarely contacted the outside world, which made him seem somewhat mysterious.

But now, Duàn Yì had become imperial blood of Great Xia, the Heir Apparent of Zhenbei King's Mansion. Whether in identity, status, or the forces implied behind him, he was far beyond the minor figure of old who possessed only a bit of martial skill.

Lü Ren had directly pointed the finger at the Heir Apparent of King of Zhenbei as the central figure in this ugly, wicked affair. The contradiction lay right before them, and conflict could erupt at the slightest touch. This would likely not end until the world was turned upside down and people were left reeling.

In truth, the instant Lü Ren pointed at Duàn Yì, the minds of the patriarchs of the great clans and representatives of the martial forces present exploded into turmoil. Their hands and feet went cold, their gazes flickered, and each had different thoughts.

And because the shock was too great, an eerie silence instead descended over the fifth floor of Yipinju Restaurant.

The Wang family patriarch, one of the Seven Great Lineages who had offered Xia Hong a grand residence as a temporary private estate, felt his heart skip a beat and inwardly cried that things were bad.

"The one described here as toying