PS: This extra chapter is for reader Drizzle Clear Dust's birthday. Happy birthday ^_^
Feng Qiu and the others were not Yi Jianting's subordinates; at most, they were allies.
So now that Feng Qiu had been killed, Yi Jianting was not coughing blood out of grief for him, but purely from rage.
Of the Yang Spirit Realm martial artists he had brought to the Central Plains, there had only been five. Now one was crippled and one was dead. Even if he returned overseas in the future, there probably would not be many factions willing to follow him anymore.
The overseas lands had always been brutally realistic. If you could bring us benefits, then we would willingly serve under you and risk our lives for you.
But if you could not even protect your own people, why should we join your ranks?
Moreover, upon seeing Feng Qiu's severed head, Ji Wuling and Ji Xuansi's expressions darkened as well.
Feng Qiu might have been from overseas, but he had also been an inspector dispatched by the Imperial Court. Yet Su Xin's side had simply killed him at will—what was the meaning of this?
What "disrespect for one's superiors"? Just because of that, he had killed a Yang Spirit Realm martial artist? Even Ji Haodian, the emperor of old, had not been this overbearing!
Of course, this also showed them that Su Xin held not the slightest reverence for the Ji Imperial Clan.
Ji Xuansi snorted coldly. "A wolf-hearted, ambitious wretch! Who knows what Elder Brother was thinking back then, to promote such a traitorous man so vigorously and even hand the Northwest over to him. And now look—the tail has grown too large to shake off. It's impossible to restrain him any longer."
At this moment, Ji Xuansi had forgotten that