Better to Make Myself Than Anyone Else, Young Master Guan, Go Straight Up to the Fourth Floor!

The lame old man's face was as gloomy as water, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

"Xie Guan, do not think that Old Monk Lotus Pond is still here to protect you."

"As a despised concubine-born son bearing charges, are you truly unafraid of the old man tearing you apart on the spot?"

The old man's words were filled with menace, as if he would strike the next moment.

Seeing this, the chief eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, speaking with anxiety, "Elder Chang, you must not act rashly!"

"Both the Third Teacher and Chancellor Su are waiting for a reply. Since Xie Guan has already composed his poem, we should quickly return to report."

The old eunuch attempted to smooth things over, turning his gaze toward Xie Guan with an eager tone, "Young Master Guan, wouldn't you say so?"

Yu Ke smiled leisurely from the side, gesturing to the wine pot on the table as if completely indifferent to the tension before him.

"A concubine-born son's life doesn't matter?"

Yu Ke spoke indifferently, his voice calm yet carrying a trace of coldness.

"I only know that my, Xie Guan's, life is heavier than the heavens."

"A gentleman holding fast to his person should value himself; my life is priceless beyond measure."

Hearing this, the lame old man's expression grew even gloomier. His Eighth Grade Martial Dao cultivation burst forth instantly, his powerful momentum rolling in like layers of dense rain, pressing down so hard it choked the breath from anyone nearby.

At this sight, the chief eunuch felt his heart tighten.

"Elder Chang, hold your hand!"

Although he was also an Upper Three Grades martial artist, he was ultimately no match for this old man who had always remained by Chancellor Su's side.

Anxious at heart, the