There was no response. The Secret Realm remained utterly quiet.
"This junior meant no disrespect. I'll take my leave now. Please forgive me, Senior."
With that, Li Qingyang turned to leave.
But just then, that Void Return elder entered as well.
Looking at Li Qingyang's back, he immediately called out, "Are the sword weapons nurtured in this Secret Realm to Senior Martial Uncle's liking? If you're planning to subdue one, is there anything this junior should prepare?"
Holy shit!
Li Qingyang's scalp prickled, and his heartbeat seemed to stop in that instant. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, draw his sword, and shove it into this guy's mouth.
Subdue?
Subdue your ass!
Before the Void Return elder could react, his vision blurred. A hand appeared behind his head, and an utterly irresistible force bore down on him, making him wonder if his head was about to be shoved into the dirt.
"This junior of mine is blind to the truth and spoke recklessly. I hope Senior is magnanimous and won't hold it against him." Li Qingyang held the Void Return elder's head down with one hand and hurriedly explained.
He might have been scared out of his wits, but the man was still a junior of the Sword Sect. He had to protect him.
Jiang Jing, the last to enter, couldn't help but stare in bewilderment.
What was going on?
Even more bewildered than she was, the Void Return elder was being held down by Li Qingyang and forced to bow.
Had he done something wrong just now?
And who was Martial Uncle Ancestor talking to?
The Secret Realm was quiet. There was still no response, as if whoever was there hadn't seen the farce—or simply didn't care about it.
"Thank you, Senior. We'll take our leave now."