After the initial bout of drawn swords and taut bows, Yan Chimei still wore a little face as cold as an ice mountain. She led Lin Qi and the others into a lounge behind the main hall. Several eunuch slaves from the Black Spirit Continent carefully served tea and refreshments, then knelt on the floor and slowly backed out of the lounge on their knees, remaining respectfully kneeling outside the doors to await summons.
Lin Qi glanced at those tall, powerfully built Black Spirit men, whose faces bore an honest, simple expression.
His face darkened. He recalled the first time he had seen Black Spirit men: in order to fulfill their duty, those Black Spirit people had boldly burned their own souls and offered up everything they had, all to hold off the pursuit of powerful enemies and defend their oath.
Those honest and valiant Black Spirit men of the Black Spirit Continent were warriors worthy of respect—true heroes.
Yet in the Great Flame Dynasty, they had suffered the utmost humiliation. They had been reduced to lowly slaves, even becoming eunuch slaves, the most debased rank among slaves. Their mighty bodies, which ought to have been clad in armor, were draped in short black garments. Their once bold and gallant faces now carried humble caution and carefulness. Though no weak fluctuations of battle qi still flowed within them, they had changed from proud wild wolves that roamed the desert to lapdogs wagging their tails and begging for favor.
Looking at the fragrant tea before him, Lin Qi lightly flicked a finger and knocked the teacup onto the floor.
With a clang, Yan Chimei looked at Lin Qi in surprise.
A black-robed man from the Fallen God Temple stood waiting nearby. Seeing Lin Qi's action, he asked in a low voice,