"You've got some nerve! Stop right now!"
At Jinshui Manor, the Old Marquis had realized that the situation was Out of Control. His face flushed red with rage as he yanked open a drawer beneath the desk, grabbed a gold-inlaid revolver, and aimed it viciously at Xu Ji, who stood amid the turbulent Mental Power.
He gripped it so tightly that his hand trembled, as though he might pull the trigger at any moment.
He hadn't wanted to do this.
The young man before him was far too special. So special, in fact, that there was only one way he could die: after the Sacred Artifact of the Blood Clan arrived, he would be devoured by the inheritor the Old Marquis had chosen.
Shooting him dead now would be an immense waste. It would even feel like sacrilege.
But he had no choice. Everything had gone off the rails, and he was beginning to feel afraid.
Of course, even with the gun drawn and aimed at the young man from close range, the Old Marquis's muzzle had instinctively dipped.
By now, some part of him instinctively resisted the urge to kill the young man.
Still, even he, furious enough to be nearly out of his mind, hadn't expected the effect to be so good.
"Ah..."
Xu Ji, who had been playing deaf and dumb and ignoring the Old Marquis's anger and attempts to stop him, immediately raised both hands when he saw the gun pointed his way. He completely forgot about the Spell and controlling anything, and obediently cried, "I stopped! I stopped!"
"Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot! Murder is against the law..."
"..."
Xu Ji had no qualms about it. He'd helped Han Su so much already. That was enough, wasn't it?
He knew how to read a situation.