Zheng Ce keenly sensed that both sides held obvious hostility toward Xia He. They were even watching her plight from across the river, enjoying the fire on the opposite bank.
Though he did not understand why Qin Wang's faction also had entanglements with Jiang Xuan, with the situation hanging by a thread, he had no desire whatsoever to get involved with Xia He.
Thus, when Su Xingying and Zhen Youqing made their move, he frowned tightly and called out to them.
Yet neither Zhen Youqing nor Su Xingying seemed to hear him. Neither spared him even a glance from the corner of her eye.
"Crack..." This scene darkened Zheng Ce's expression.
However, after his fury churned and twisted within his chest, it ultimately condensed into nothing more than a suppressed, wrathful snort.
Su Xingying and Zhen Youqing had never been his subordinates, and their status was not much lower than his.
Even Xia He had not come from the Cold Gate.
Her father was, after all, the Valley Master. That status was like an invisible shackle, making him unwilling to tear off all pretenses rashly.
—Luo Jing of the Luo Household and Liang Si of Qin Wang's faction were also merely watching the show from the sidelines for that very reason, rather than taking action themselves.
Therefore, after his expression shifted between light and shadow for quite some time, Zheng Ce ultimately chose only to stand by with folded arms and coldly watch the two lovely figures fight alone amid the monster horde.
It was after this that the battle fluctuations belonging to Xia He, which Jiang Xuan sensed, suddenly became blazing and violent.
Su Xingying was already quite strong. Xia He and Zhen Youqing possessed the Swords of the Mind Jiang Xuan had gifted them and could barely