It was not quite a matter of propriety, merely a matter of respect.
So, after one glance, Ye Qingcang naturally shifted his gaze away.
He nodded at Jing Ni.
Then, under Lady Mingzhu's still-frightened gaze,
he swaggered over to the table and sat down.
His tone was calm. "What were you saying just now? Who wants to repeat it for me?"
Jing Ni was a taciturn person.
She did not like to speak much.
Lady Mingzhu had yet to figure out the situation.
She did not dare say much either.
Jing Ni appearing here was already horrifying enough.
She had never expected another man to appear in the palace.
No, was the Han Kingdom's royal palace really a place where they could come and go as they pleased, without the slightest hesitation or concern?
Where was the most basic reverence?
Were they not afraid of imperial authority at all?
Moreover, after seeing that Ye Qingcang and Jing Ni sat as equals—or rather, that Ye Qingcang's bearing and presence seemed faintly superior to Jing Ni's—while Jing Ni somehow looked docile and obedient, like a meek little wife, Lady Mingzhu could not be sure whether the latter impression was real. But the former was plain for all to see. Though she could not determine Ye Qingcang's identity, she already understood that he had to be stronger than Jing Ni. Perhaps he was another grandmaster from Web of Nets. After all, Jing Ni herself was a grandmaster, and only another grandmaster could sit on equal footing with one. Thus, whether or not she knew Ye Qingcang's identity was no longer important. What mattered was how to survive under the hands of two grandmasters. Two Innate Realm martial artists might not survive against one grandmaster. One Innate Realm martial artist facing two grandmasters was