With a fierce shout, Mu Haiyun thrust out his palm, aiming straight at the man's chest.
The blow carried the power of life and death. He actually intended to kill the man on the spot!
Just as cries of alarm were about to burst from everyone's throats, Yang Qing saw the man move.
He could not have made out the man's movements either, except that he stood directly behind him. When the man moved, Yang Qing happened to see it clearly.
But that was all he could see.
Everyone thought a fierce battle was about to erupt. Who could have guessed that the man would retreat swiftly, evading that deadly strike?
Then he turned sideways, reached out, and seized Yang Qing by the arm.
Yang Qing's heart jolted, and his body stiffened slightly. He struggled discreetly, but could not break free at all.
Yang Qing had no idea whether this was an accident or deliberate. All he knew was that staying out of the affair was probably no longer possible.
Seeing Yang Qing restrained, Mu Haiyun felt a flicker of satisfaction, but his face wore an expression of concern. "My friend, do not harm the innocent."
"Mu Haiyun, after all these years, you're still wearing that mask of benevolence and righteousness. Doesn't it tire you out?"
The man scoffed, tightening his grip on Yang Qing's arm.
To someone trained in martial arts, that pressure might have meant little. But Yang Qing was a frail scholar without even the strength to truss a chicken, and the increased force immediately made his face turn even paler.
"Utter nonsense!"
Publicly rebuked by the man, Mu Haiyun's anger became even more apparent. "You certainly have a sharp tongue, my friend. Since that is the case, why do you not dare tell everyone here who