Duan Zhengming, Duan Zhengchun, and the others were all shocked, rising to their feet and going on guard.
Yet Lin Xuan, at the center of the storm, did not even raise an eyelid.
Yet Lin Xuan, at the center of the storm, did not even raise an eyelid.
He remained seated calmly, lifted his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and took a small sip. His posture was so leisurely that it was as though he were admiring flowers in his own backyard.
He simply did not take Nomukhan seriously.
This disregard drove Nomukhan mad even more than a direct insult would have.
"Bastard! You dare look down on me?!"
With a roar, Nomukhan drew his scimitar with a clang and was about to rush forward and split Lin Xuan in two himself.
"Brother! Stop!"
At that moment, a cool, sharp cry rang out.
Zhao Min blurred forward and blocked Nomukhan's path.
"Sister! Why are you stopping me? I'm going to kill him!" Nomukhan's eyes were bloodshot, his fury soaring to the heavens.
"Brother, calm down!" Zhao Min said in a low voice, wisdom flashing in her eyes. "This is the Dali imperial palace! You came to forge an alliance, not to kill people! If you start fighting and slaughter people in the imperial garden, how are we supposed to form this alliance afterward?"
She understood the bigger picture of this mission. A moment's impatience could ruin a grand plan.
At this moment, the Golden Wheel Dharma King also appeared silently behind Nomukhan. In a grave voice audible only to the few of them, he said:
"Your Highness, do not act rashly. Lin Xuan's martial arts are unfathomable. This humble monk has fought him before, and even going all out, I might not be able to defeat him. Within the