Perfection Realm Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source! (Thanks for the gifts, readers!)

"This key is a source of trouble. Please take it, sir. I wouldn't dare keep it."

As he spoke, he secretly watched Su Fei's expression.

Su Fei looked at the boy's flushed face and had a fair idea.

There was probably a story behind how they had accidentally obtained this key.

Who cared? Whether it was a chicken or a duck, none of it had anything to do with him.

Su Fei's expression remained calm. He simply stared at the old man and spoke in an even tone.

"That's it? That wasn't what you were thinking when you tossed me the key just now, was it? You knew perfectly well they wanted to seize the key, yet you dragged me into this. How is what you did any different from diverting a flood of trouble onto someone else?"

The old man's body gave a violent shudder. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and his hand unconsciously tightened around his wrought-copper staff. His voice weakened, too.

"Sir of the Imperial Guard, I lost my head for a moment. Look at these old bones of mine, facing a group attack, and I'd just been poisoned, too. I only resorted to this because I had no other choice. Please, sir, since I didn't do it deliberately, don't hold it against an old fellow like me."

Su Fei raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You want me not to hold it against you? Do you deserve that, old fellow? Sorry, I have no other faults, but I do like to quibble over every little thing, especially with people who scheme against me."

At those words, the old man's legs went weak, and he nearly fell to his knees. Panic completely overwhelmed him.

He had thought he could give