Chen Mu was certain that it was killing intent.
The other party had concealed it well, but Chen Mu's sensitivity to such things far surpassed his ability to hide it.
Although he was unsure whom that killing intent targeted, Chen Mu had no intention of letting him go.
Anyone who revealed killing intent under these circumstances was, without question, up to no good.
Chen Mu released a strand of spiritual qi as fine as a hair and almost impossible to detect. It slipped silently through the crowd and wound around the man's neck.
Then, with a slight upward lift of his fingertip, he abruptly hoisted the man out of the crowd and into the air.
A clear indentation could be seen at his throat, where the strand had bitten into his flesh.
"Urgh!!"
His violent struggles immediately drew countless people's attention.
The young man raised both hands, trying to snap the thread that was nearly choking him to death.
Yet no matter how he groped around, he could not touch it.
He could only repeat those futile, furious motions in agony, his movements growing increasingly frantic.
"Your Highness, what is the meaning of this? Has that disciple done something to displease you?" Liu Ruofeng asked.
In Qin Xuanji's presence, Liu Ruofeng still chose to address Chen Mu as Your Highness.
In private, he would call him Grandmaster.
Now that he had become the disciple of Chen Mu's disciple, he naturally had to call his master's master Grandmaster.
"There's something wrong with this fellow. He isn't from the Ten Thousand Medicines Valley," Chen Mu pointed out.
"Your Highness, could there be some misunderstanding? Senior Brother Liu really is a disciple of our Ten Thousand Medicines Valley."
"Yes, Your Highness, you must be mistaken."
"Please investigate carefully, Your Highness!"
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