"What, are you cultivators thinking of breaking your promise?"
Yang Guang stared at Bai Xiaowen and spoke coldly.
He was an emperor through and through. Even with the odds against him, Yang Guang remained calm, carrying himself with a majesty that had not faded even in death.
Empress Xiao, by contrast, had gone deathly pale. The situation was clear: if Bai Xiaowen turned on them here, she had no chance of winning. Bai Xiaowen and his companions had defeated Sima Deken and the other Demon leaders in a battle against a thousand enemies. Their strength was astonishing. Besides, her Frost-Snow Domain had little effect on Bai Xiaowen and the others, who were not Demons themselves.
For a moment, every gaze in the hall settled on Bai Xiaowen.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"What are you all doing? Put your weapons away!" Bai Xiaowen coughed.
Li Shuyi looked baffled. Weapons? I only shifted my position a little. I haven't even drawn my swords. How am I supposed to put them away?
Han Xu took the Pincer Strike from his waist, swung it once, then hung it back up.
Li Shuyi and Cecilia had no choice but to return to their original positions. They no longer surrounded Empress Xiao and Yang Guang's coffin.
The three of them looked a little awkward, but their actions did ease the tension in the hall.
Bai Xiaowen said to Yang Guang, "Your Majesty, if the five of us wished to seize the Dragon-Patterned Gold Casket by force, it would be easy. But I intend to keep my promise. I will bring you the heads of Yuwen Huaji, Pei Qiantong, and the others. When I do, I hope Your Majesty will remember his promise as well."
Empress Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly