"Sh—Senior Brother?"
Zheng Qiao's eyes fell on the young man slowly approaching him. A trace of astonishment seemed to flicker across his face, but inwardly, he was on high alert. An ominous premonition filled his chest. He had thought there was no one left in the world who could make him fearful or tense. Clearly, he had overestimated himself.
Yan An walked to the center of the palace.
The two senior and junior brothers gazed at each other from a distance of three or four zhang.
An inexplicably grim, murderous atmosphere spread through the palace.
"Rare indeed. I can still hear you call me Senior Brother."
Zheng Qiao steadied the unease in his heart.
With a solemn expression, he said, "Senior Brother, what are you saying? Even lips and teeth sometimes bite each other! Though you and I, as senior and junior brothers, have had our disagreements, that doesn't affect the friendship of the past. Once a senior brother, always a senior brother. But why have you come here today?"
Yan An said, "To kill you."
Three simple words, without even a trace of Killing Intent, spoken as calmly as if he were saying, "Let's have a good drink together today." For a moment, it made one suspect Yan An had come to make a joke. Zheng Qiao, however, couldn't laugh. His expression darkened. "Kill me?"
Zheng Qiao had always been exceptionally handsome.
That astonishing beauty was both handsome and delicate, blended with an otherworldly quality beyond gender. His features carried a natural hint of ridicule and sharpness.
For such a beauty, it would not be the slightest exaggeration to call him "peerless in splendor." Judging by appearance alone, there were probably only a few people beneath heaven who could compete with him. His naturally tender eyes were filled with