Having resolved to speak up for Ye Xiu, Nie Qing swept away the faint timidity he had shown before.
The two had thought things through clearly, and with their cultivation, it did not take much time.
By the time they stepped out the door, the sky had barely shifted at all.
Nie Qing strode out in front, while Ye Xiu followed behind with a long blue medicine chest strapped across his back.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Ye Xiu smiled and cupped his hands toward the inner-city guards before him. Before they could speak, Nie Qing took the lead in picking up the conversation.
"This concerns the very foundation of our Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe. Naturally, it is best to be cautious. Brother Ye, there is no need to mind it. When all is said and done, it is our Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe that invited you. What sort of sense does it make to ask someone for help and still act so aggressively?"
Nie Qing spoke with perfect confidence, carrying himself like the master of the house, and the several guards before him found it strangely uncomfortable.
One of them immediately lost his patience and spoke up.
"Nie Qing, since you know how important this matter is, you should not have dragged your feet. If something really goes wrong, can you bear the responsibility?"
Ye Xiu fixed his gaze on the speaker. The man was tall and dark-skinned, his vigorous blood energy washing over them. Though his left hand also bore the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe's signature crimson forging hand, there were subtle differences to be seen.
"Ridiculous."
Facing the man's rebuke, Nie Qing shed his usual image as a smiling, easygoing good man and snapped back sharply.
"Nie Ji, if I remember correctly, there is not a single person in