At Qian Tong's command, crowds surged out from both sides and surrounded Yang Qing, Si Yifan, and their companions.
"Master Qian, allow me to offer one more word of advice: think three times before you act. Impulsiveness is never wise. Don't leave yourself with regrets you can never undo."
Yang Qing regarded Qian Tong with perfect composure.
"I know you have some ability, but as you can see, there are plenty of people here, all outstanding men of the Qian Household."
Qian Tong gave a savage laugh. "Do you still think you can escape this time?"
Yet before his laughter had faded, he discovered that he could no longer make a sound.
At some point, a youth had appeared beside him.
And the slender flowering twig in that youth's hand was pressed against his neck.
The twig was so small and delicate that it looked as though a single bend would snap it.
Yet chills kept running down Qian Tong's back.
He dared not underestimate that flowering twig.
He could clearly sense the razor-sharp killing intent emanating from it.
Qian Tong no longer dared to move.
He simply could not understand it. These people had seemed utterly ordinary, so how had they struck at his fatal weakness the instant they acted?
"Since Master Qian is so hospitable, you must have quite a few treasures tucked away. Why not lead us there and broaden our horizons?"
Yang Qing's smile was as carefree as drifting clouds in a gentle breeze.
Qian Tong very much wished he did not have to look at that face, but he had no choice.
"Since you are in the mood, Young Master, I shall naturally oblige."
Meanwhile, Qian Zhi, who had been following behind them all along, had long since hidden himself somewhere.
Yang Qing and his