Zhao Min and Bing Xue'er hurriedly ducked down. From Song Qingshu's tone, it was obvious this newcomer was not with them.
A middle-aged man in white slowly made his way toward the Yili Bi Yuan prison. He was elegant and composed, walking unhurriedly, yet no one could overlook his imposing presence.
The man in white had his hands clasped behind his back and appeared to carry no weapon. Yet Zhao Min and Bing Xue'er immediately sensed what his weapon was.
Even from so far away, they could feel a piercing sword aura that chilled them to the bone. This sword aura clearly did not come from a sword, but from the man himself.
"Xue Yiren?" Song Qingshu had already recognized him. He was none other than Xue Yiren, the foremost expert of the Southern Song Imperial City Department.
"Why would he be here?" Zhao Min asked curiously.
Song Qingshu shook his head. He was wondering the same thing.
Xue Yiren strolled inside as though taking a leisurely walk. By then, the Yili Bi Yuan guards had reacted and drawn their blades, surrounding him. Unfortunately, it seemed as if an invisible field surrounded Xue Yiren. Whenever those ordinary guards came even slightly close, their faces turned pale and they found it hard to breathe, forcing them to retreat.
A few refused to believe it and gritted their teeth as they swung their blades at Xue Yiren. Before the onlookers could even see clearly, those men were already covered in wounds and sprawled on the ground, dead or alive unknown. The encirclement around him instantly doubled in size. No one dared remain within ten feet of him. The guards could only surround him from afar, and as he advanced step by step, their encirclement retreated step by step.
"His martial arts are