"What a Jiang Yi!"
Xu Tianran stared at Jiang Yi brazenly blocking his gates and laughed in fury. He turned toward Zhongli Wu beside him.
"State Preceptor, seize him!"
Zhongli Wu: (◔_◔)
Oh, sure, sure! State Preceptor, go kill him! I came to cooperate with the Sun Moon Empire, not throw my life away.
Even Mother and Uncle Long fled gravely wounded, and you want me to fight the Sea God Pavilion Master? Seriously? Are you handing out divine thrones?
"Your Majesty! I have other matters to attend to!"
Zhongli Wu cupped his hands, then bolted.
I'm out of here! With Mother and Uncle Long gravely wounded, I call the shots in the Holy Spirit Cult now. Time to scoop up the loot.
"Hahaha! Good, very good!"
Xu Tianran laughed in sheer fury, his dark gaze sweeping across the assembled ministers beside him.
Every minister his gaze passed over lowered their head. Not one dared look at him, terrified of being singled out to deal with Jiang Yi.
Just then, Ju Zi stepped forward from Xu Tianran's side, turning to him with a look of absolute resolve.
"Your Majesty! Ju Zi volunteers!"
Determination filled her pretty face, and her eyes held not a trace of fear, as though Jiang Yi were merely a man displaying his own head for sale.
Jiang Yi was nothing special. Just a few days ago, she had battled him for hundreds of rounds without losing ground, even making him throw up three liters.
"Ju Zi..."
Xu Tianran murmured her name. As he looked at her, some of his anger faded, and he seemed to return to that night.
Back then, he had been utterly alone, too. Only Ju Zi, whom nobody spared a thought for, had stood before him without hesitation.
"There's no need! Pavilion