"Qin Anlan, you beast! What exactly are you doing here?"
When enemies met, their eyes blazed with hatred.
The moment Ye Qingyun saw Qin Anlan, his mortal enemy, appear before him again,
he had already sensed the ill intent in Qin Anlan's eyes.
Especially after seeing, a few days ago,
his master, True Person Ziwei, meeting Qin Anlan in private,
and even smiling so warmly at Qin Anlan,
Ye Qingyun's fury burned all the fiercer.
The resentment filling his chest had nowhere to vent.
"I came here to see you."
"To be precise, I came because I reached a deal with your master."
Qin Anlan spoke calmly as he quietly regarded Ye Qingyun.
Yet the mocking smile at the corner of his lips was utterly undisguised.
Master?
At that word, the fury in Ye Qingyun's heart surged like raging flames, shooting straight to the crown of his head.
Gritting his teeth, he glared at Qin Anlan and said, "You beast, what exactly did you do to my master?"
"Nothing good ever comes out of a dog's mouth. Beast this, beast that—do you truly want to become a beast yourself?"
Qin Anlan snorted. "True Person Ziwei, I can be magnanimous and refrain from lowering myself to Ye Qingyun's level, but this fellow seems rather unable to recognize the times."
As Qin Anlan's words fell, a graceful figure appeared at his side.
Who else could the man be but Ye Qingyun's master, True Person Ziwei?
"Master, you... why are you here too?"
The instant Ye Qingyun saw his master, True Person Ziwei, a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
The scene from several days ago, when Qin Anlan and True Person Ziwei had chatted so happily, once again surfaced in Ye Qingyun's mind.
"Damn Qin Anlan, you dog! You not only stole the Ruyan and Ruxue sisters, but now you dare stretch your demonic claws toward my master as well!"
"Just you wait. If I don't kill you, this dog of a man, I, Ye Qingyun, swear I am not human!"
Ye Qingyun's expression had turned ugly beyond compare.
He could not help entering his rambling mode.
Deep in his heart, Ye Qingyun harbored an indescribable feeling toward True Person Ziwei.
Although he was usually respectful and reverent toward True Person Ziwei, treating him as his master,
deep down, he held improper thoughts toward this beautiful master, a Heavenly Prodigy of peerless beauty with an aura that set him apart from the world.
He had long regarded True Person Ziwei as his personal possession.
He would absolutely not permit anyone to lay a finger on True Person Ziwei.
Seeing Qin Anlan and his master appear here together, and recalling what he had witnessed several days earlier,
the old and new grudges, the hatred accumulated over so long, completely erupted at this moment.
"You stole the Ruyan and Ruxue sisters, and now you want to steal your master too?"
Qin Anlan shook his head and sighed. "Forget it. I cannot be bothered to waste more effort arguing with an ant like you."
"True Person Ziwei, tell your foolish disciple about the conditions you agreed to for me."
The conditions agreed to for Qin Anlan?
Hearing those words, a sharp gleam flashed through Ye Qingyun's eyes.
What sort of terms had his master reached with Qin Anlan in private?
He had already lost the Ruyan and Ruxue sisters.
He absolutely could not stand by and watch Qin Anlan take his master as well.
Glancing at the utterly disheveled Ye Qingyun, True Person Ziwei then turned his gaze toward the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis before him, who stood lofty and detached from the mundane world.
His disciple had originally possessed extraordinary talent and had been a Heavenly Prodigy of the Heavenly Flame Empire, with boundless achievements awaiting him in the future.
But compared with this Young Lord of the Divine Marquis before him,
whether in physique and appearance, family background and talent, or even intelligence,
Ye Qingyun was not even worthy of carrying Qin Anlan's shoes.
Especially when he thought of the intelligence he had recently uncovered,
a trace of desolation appeared in True Person Ziwei's eyes.
No matter what, Ye Qingyun was still his disciple.
No matter how worthless he was, True Person Ziwei would not simply watch him die.
"Qingyun, the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis has agreed to my request and will not lower himself to your level."
He would not lower himself to Ye Qingyun's level?
Before True Person Ziwei could finish what he was about to say,
Ye Qingyun said with a face full of disdain, "He may not want to lower himself to my level, but I, Ye Qingyun, certainly will. I will not let him go."
"True Person Ziwei, it is not that I wish to criticize you."
"How did you ever take a liking to such a foolish thing that you actually accepted this trash as your disciple?"
Although Qin Anlan's words were rather harsh,
they left even True Person Ziwei feeling somewhat ashamed.
But everything Qin Anlan said was simply the truth.
When one stood beneath another's eaves, one had no choice but to bow one's head.
Ye Qingyun was now trapped in prison.
Whether he could preserve his life still depended on whether Qin Anlan was willing to show mercy.
Yet even under such circumstances, Ye Qingyun remained unable to distinguish good from bad and openly defied Qin Anlan.
Other than stupidity, other than courting death,
there were no other words that could describe Ye Qingyun.
"Qingyun, shut your mouth!"
True Person Ziwei's face hardened as he shouted angrily, "You do not know the immensity of heaven and earth, yet you dare openly offend the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis. His Lordship is magnanimous enough not to hold it against you, so you should be overwhelmed with gratitude."
"Get on your knees at once, kowtow three times to the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis, and beg him to forgive your foolish conduct."
"What? Master, what did you say?"
"You want me to kneel before that dog Qin Anlan, kowtow three times, and beg Qin Anlan to forgive me?"
Hearing True Person Ziwei's words, Ye Qingyun raised his head and stared at him with utter disbelief.
Was this still his master?
His master actually wanted him to kowtow and apologize to his enemy, begging for his enemy's forgiveness?
He, Ye Qingyun, would rather die than bow his head.
Even if Qin Anlan beat him to death, he would never lower his head to Qin Anlan.
"Qingyun, what happened a few days ago was indeed your fault to begin with."
"A true man can bend and stretch. Since you made a mistake, then stand straight when it is time to take a beating."
"Honestly apologize to the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis, and you will be able to escape the death row prison."
As he spoke, worried that Ye Qingyun would be too stubborn, True Person Ziwei continuously transmitted messages to him, explaining the stakes involved.
He hoped Ye Qingyun could rein in his temper.
No matter what, he had to escape the death row prison first.
He could not understand why Ye Qingyun, who had always been alert and clever,
became incapable of thinking whenever he faced Qin Anlan, as though his intelligence had gone bankrupt.
Time and again, he committed countless unforgivable mistakes before Qin Anlan.
A mere minor setback had somehow completely changed Ye Qingyun.
"Master!"
Hearing True Person Ziwei's voice transmission, Ye Qingyun clenched his teeth and looked at him with a face full of unwillingness.
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