In the blink of an eye, the longsword was already before him, only inches from Yi Feng's cup-holding right hand. It was about to fall, and blood would splatter within a breath!
The town mayor and old clan chief blanched in shock, their breathing catching uncontrollably!
Such authority, capable of deciding another's life or death at any moment, combined with ruthless decisiveness, was not something anyone could face calmly. Even before the soft sword struck, it was enough to terrify the world.
The two old women stared wide-eyed in terror, which was only natural.
Chen Yuxin had no interest in even glancing aside.
The only person in her appraising gaze was Yi Feng.
Strangely enough.
She had proudly held her sword over him for several breaths, yet Yi Feng remained seated as always. Not only did he fail to turn pale with fear, there was not even the slightest ripple in his eyes. He was still pouring himself tea.
Chen Yuxin was astonished once more and could not help secretly marveling.
How strange...
How strange.
Was this scholar truly so bold that he did not fear death?
Since she had come of age and taken power, she had never seen anyone who defied her time and again. Still less had she seen anyone in this world who was unafraid of death. Yet both things had happened to this frail scholar—it was simply unbelievable.
All of a sudden.
Much of Chen Yuxin's girlish anger dissipated, and she actually found him rather interesting. It was as though she had discovered a novel toy, far more amusing than those sycophants in Ye City.
After studying him for a few more moments.
Chen Yuxin grew even more interested. She sheathed her longsword, her red lips curving slightly upward.
"Interesting."
"You truly are rather special,