"Qi Zhongshu, Grand Tutor Qi, Yuan Liang, please stay calm!" Alarm bells rang wildly in Chu Jie's mind. Almost reflexively, he stepped in front of Qi Shan and pressed one hand against the other man's sword hilt, trying to bring him back to his senses. This was no time to lose it!
The veins on the hand gripping the sword bulged ominously.
Chu Jie said, "Calm down. Think of your daughter—"
Qi Shan looked so utterly bereft that it gave people the strange feeling that his next move would be to turn his sword on himself. Chu Jie thought the idea of "a wicked schemer taking his own life" was even more absurd than a man getting pregnant, but he couldn't help feeling an inexplicable worry.
Qi Shan tried to wrench himself free of Chu Jie.
How could he possibly overpower a Martial Gall Warrior?
"Let go!" A red ring had appeared around his restrained wrist, but Chu Jie remained unmoving. At last, Qi Shan laughed in fury. "Marshal Chu, are you worried I'll lose heart and draw my sword to kill myself?"
Chu Jie simply stared into Qi Shan's eyes.
Clearly, he didn't believe him.
Qi Shan's embarrassment and anger only grew. He took a deep breath, tamped down his agitation and anxiety, and tried to speak in what he thought was a calm voice—though in truth, he sounded as if he wanted to kill someone. "This life of mine was given to me by a dear friend. It's precious. Why would I throw it away lightly? If you don't let go—"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Jie let go.
Qi Shan rubbed his slightly numb wrist.
But Chu Jie's interruption had taken the edge off his near-mad thoughts, and reason was beginning to prevail. Jimò Qiu