"Lord Guo, what wind has blown you here as well?"
Suddenly, Cui Hu's figure appeared nearby without a sound. Looking at Guo Jing, he smiled and spoke.
"What wind?"
Guo Jing's face was cold as he said bluntly, "I would rather ask you people: what crime is it to harbor a fugitive wanted by the Imperial Court? If I had not come, would Lu Chen have continued living here? Could it be that Cui Zhengxuan also wishes to imitate Lu Chen, violate the law, and provoke the Imperial Court's majesty?"
His gaze turned cold as he looked at Cui Hu.
"Lord Guo is joking. The master lives in seclusion and rarely receives visitors. How would he know anything about criminals? There are only friends here."
Cui Hu wore a faint, ambiguous smile as he said, "Besides, Guyun Town was personally bestowed upon the master by the Imperial Court and is exempt from searches by the Town Suppression Bureau. With one word about apprehending a criminal, Lord Guo wishes to run wild here. Could it be that you do not hold the Imperial Court in your eyes either?"
"Hm?"
Guo Jing narrowed his eyes and sneered. "I long knew that Cui Zhengxuan harbored treacherous intentions. Seeing it today, it is indeed so. No wonder he was impeached and stripped of his military authority. Fortunately, the Imperial Court discovered it early and took away his command. Otherwise, had this Cui Zhengxuan truly succeeded in rebelling, that would have been the joke of the century!"
"What did you say?"
Cui Hu's face sank, killing intent emerging in his eyes. "We gave you face, yet you refuse it. Again and again, you insult the master and falsely accuse him. Do you truly think every clown can leap about before the master? Get down here!"