A sudden turn of events left Long Jianji and Tu Kun dumbfounded.
"What... what are you doing?"
Long Jianji glared at Xu Yi, practically at a loss for words.
According to his original plan, snatching Xue Zihan and then dealing with Xu Yi would have been like grabbing grass and catching a rabbit along the way.
He had never imagined that before he could make a move, the rabbit would strike first.
"King Yongdong, King Tu, compared with the two of you, I, Xu Yi, am a nobody. I don't want to know what you're plotting or what you intend to do, and I'm in no position to interfere. With my reputation as it is, the best life I could hope for is to be a peaceful man of letters, mingling in the various circles. I wouldn't dare think of anything else, nor do I want to. I don't care why you two want to seize the Winter Palace Token, but I must have my life guaranteed."
Xu Yi clutched Frost Blade tightly and spoke with a show of courage that barely concealed his fear.
"Put down that broken dagger. No one's interested in your worthless life. If you dare so much as scratch the Winter Palace Token again, I swear I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Long Jianji roared. His face had lost every trace of sunshine, dark as a sky about to unleash a storm.
Xu Yi said coldly, "King Yongdong, if that's your attitude, I'm afraid there's nothing more for us to discuss."
As he spoke, he tightened his grip on Frost Blade. The line of blood at Xue Zihan's neck suddenly widened.
"Stop! You're mad—you're completely insane!"
King Yongdong could not understand what Xu Yi was trying to do. Even if he offended the king