Everyone around Li Yuan looked as though they already had him cornered.
Anan had truly profited from Minte and Nalong's deaths.
Having reaped such enormous gains, she now needed to give up a portion of them.
After some thought, Anan ultimately chose to sacrifice Li Yuan.
The other Protectors at her side had all followed her for longer.
Besides, those Protectors stayed close to Anan and offered their opinions whenever decisions were discussed.
Naturally, none of those inner-circle figures would allow their own interests to suffer.
Li Yuan, a somewhat peripheral figure, would have to bear the corresponding loss.
Or rather, Li Yuan himself was that loss.
"Do I get a chance to defend myself?"
Despite the vicious expressions around him, Li Yuan stepped forward quite calmly.
Of everyone seated here, the strongest were only at the Eighth-Rank Martial Dao.
They lacked the ability to stop him from leaving.
He seemed surrounded by enemies, but in truth, they posed less danger than Jin Lou alone.
"What is there left to explain?
I saw you attack Mr. Nalong with my own eyes.
I only blame myself for not striking hard enough back then and giving you a chance to escape."
A martial artist in his fifties or sixties stepped out from among Nalong's followers.
He wore fine clothes and carried himself with all the airs of a man in authority.
Behind Li Yuan, Nate quietly reminded him, "Nalong's Protector, Qin Song. Eighth-Rank Martial Dao..."
Li Yuan studied the man before him. He had changed his clothes and outer robe, giving himself a complete makeover.
He looked vastly different from before.
But no matter how different he looked, Li Yuan still recognized him.
Wasn't this Qin Song the same Uncle Qin who had received him?
That slovenly appearance had merely been a