A human head was thrown over the wall and out of the courtyard.
The envoy had become the deceased.
Like a block of ice dropped into a boiling cauldron of oil, it exploded into roiling chaos in every direction, and countless watching eyes filled with fear.
Zhou Daqian had completely gone mad. He had killed envoys twice in succession and thoroughly fallen out with the Eight Lords.
Even if he was the heir of the Zhou Clan's Left Residence, offending a Sealed Lord's son was no small matter. It was like striking a stone with an egg; the only outcome would be destruction.
Who were the Eight Lords? They had never suffered such a loss in their lives. They would never let this rest.
Sure enough, a thunderous strike followed close behind.
A voice rang out from beyond the gate. "Zhou Daqian, if you don't want to smash up your own home, come out and meet me."
Zhou You immediately recognized the owner of the voice. The man was a diehard supporter of the Eight Lords' faction—Lone Swan, Ying Tianfeng.
Ying Tianfeng also came from an aristocratic family in the capital and had served in the palace's Imperial Guard Service. He could be considered Zhou You's senior.
Although he had not risen to the rank of Thousand Captain, he possessed unprecedentedly terrifying prestige and support among the Hundred Guards. It was no exaggeration to say that all his subordinates and colleagues held him in deep conviction.
Zhou You had heard these things from Ao Donglai.
When Ao Donglai entered the palace, Ying Tianfeng had been about to finish his service. They had not met many times, but those few encounters had left a profound impression on Ao Donglai, who claimed that Ying Tianfeng possessed the bearing of a grandmaster.
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