"Were it not for the Sacred Emperor's mercy, how could ants like you ever behold his true face?"
As the man's words grew increasingly outrageous, Bu Er's gaze sharpened. He raised a hand, and a gust of shadowy wind shot toward the source of the voice.
Sure enough, Yang Qing and the others heard something shatter, and then the man's voice fell silent.
At last, they had a little peace.
Yet his words had entered everyone's ears and settled upon their hearts.
The meaning behind his words was plain: unless they followed the scheme laid out for them, they would likely have no chance of leaving unharmed.
"Young Master, this man..." Bu Er was about to speak, but Yang Qing stopped him.
His gaze dropped to Yang Qing's fingertips.
Yang Qing traced a few strokes against his robe, and Bu Er recognized the invisible words: watch your tongue.
That was right. They could hear someone in this room without seeing him.
Naturally, whoever was outside could do the same to them.
Moreover, the man's martial prowess clearly surpassed theirs. No matter how carefully they spoke, they still risked being overheard.
Seeing that Bu Er understood his intent, Yang Qing traced a few more strokes: stay calm.
They were at another's mercy. If they wanted to escape, taking the initiative to attack would be the worst course.
Only by drawing their opponent into making a move would they have a chance to respond.
Since Yang Qing had said as much, Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others sat down together, quietly waiting for the man to act again.
Perhaps Yang Qing's arrogance had angered him. Barely the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed before his voice rang out again.
"Have you decided? Death, or submission?"
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