The owner of that arrogant, overbearing voice was none other than Qin Jian, prince of the Qin State.
Because of his pursuit of Shen Yi, he had been punished by the King of Qin and sent to Town of Evil Suppression a year ago to guard the frontier.
Yet even that had not changed his arrogant, domineering nature. The moment he arrived in Town of Evil Suppression, he turned the place upside down, and within a single month, he had become the city's greatest scourge.
As the townsfolk put it, if Qin Jian could do even one good deed, then he would not have done no good deeds at all.
At that moment, Qin Jian rode a tall horse at full gallop from outside the city toward its center. More than a dozen attendants followed behind him, equally arrogant and unwilling to look anyone in the eye.
Seeing Qin Jian and his group charging through on horseback, the townsfolk hurriedly stepped aside and could not help muttering under their breath:
"With a son like this, the King of Qin is truly committing sins."
For a moment, Shen Yi's group of four were the only ones left standing in the street, making them especially conspicuous.
"Lowly commoners, get the hell out of the way and clear the road!"
Qin Jian cursed angrily, snapping the reins even faster without the slightest intention of slowing down. He even seemed somewhat excited.
"Were you talking to me?"
Shen Yi stopped, turned around, and extended one finger against the horse's head.
The horse abruptly came to a halt. The powerful inertia caught Qin Jian completely off guard, sending him flying straight off its back and crashing to the ground in utter disgrace.
"You lowly commoner! How dare you disobey this prince's command!"
Qin Jian burned