Playing Too Big

The black-robed old man landed steadily before Ye Qiu, blasting apart every aura ahead of him.

He raised his head and stared directly at North Cold Territory. Once the latter saw him clearly, North Cold Territory's expression abruptly changed.

Hu Qiming!

Narrowing his eyes, North Cold Territory remained silent for a long while before saying, "He killed my grandson, the North Cold Family's Number One Prodigy."

Old Hu's expression remained unchanged. "You won't give me face?"

Simple and direct.

His gaze sharpened accordingly.

North Cold Territory's expression grew even more solemn.

The other party's meaning was clear. He did not care what had happened. All he wanted was this favor: give it to him, and they could talk; refuse, and they would fight!

This was an absolute declaration of stance, shielding Ye Qiu regardless of the cost.

As North Cold Territory's expression darkened, the atmosphere at the scene gradually became stifling and heavy.

The restless street fell quiet as well, and the faces of those great clans became exceedingly grave.

They watched Ye Qiu from the corners of their eyes, endless speculation rising in their hearts. Just what was this young man's background?

Was he truly worth Hu Qiming going this far?

"Brother Hu, I can give you face. But the head of my Lineage, the Yin-Yang Great Sect's Grand Protector, may not agree."

There was a trace of guilt in North Cold Territory's voice. Yet as a former imperial clan and the current ruler of the Yin-Yang Great Sect, renowned throughout Western Ridge, there were certain matters in which North Cold Territory could not retreat.

Especially not in public!

"I'll go speak with him myself." Hu Qiming smiled. It was not fear, but calm composure brimming with confidence.

This made North Cold Territory clench a fist beneath his sleeve,