"Go."
"Send someone to capture him and tell him that disaster is already upon him. Only I can save him. Have him come over obediently and kowtow to me." The Young Man in Brocade Robes gave the order smugly.
"There's no need to capture him."
Someone nearby spoke indifferently.
The Young Man in Brocade Robes flew into a rage. Someone actually dared to defy him!
He turned and shouted angrily, "Who's speaking?"
The others immediately looked around as well, wondering which reckless fool had dared to contradict the Young Master.
Did he have a death wish?
Soon.
They discovered that a young man was sitting atop the palace on the carriage. No one knew when he had gotten there.
And he looked rather familiar...
"Bold!"
The guards instantly drew their blades and surrounded the Young Man in Brocade Robes, their eyes fixed warily on the newcomer. They shouted sternly, "How dare you! Do you know who this honored person is?"
"Get down here at once! Do you want to die?"
The procession came to a halt.
Everyone spread out.
They all drew their weapons and looked at the person who had climbed onto the palace, their eyes revealing that they thought he was a lunatic.
"How did you get here?"
"Do you have a Supernatural Item on you?"
The Young Man in Brocade Robes looked at the newcomer coldly, as though he were looking at a dead man.
"What a strange thing to say."
"You attacked me for no reason, so of course I came over to see what was going on." Jiang Qiao smiled faintly. "That curse was pretty good. Did you release it?"
He looked toward an older man in the crowd, several feathers stuck into his head.
"Hm?"
"It seems you weren't injured."
The old man did