Qin Yue knew Yang Qing's temperament well and knew he would not easily change course. Yet he could not simply watch the three of them throw their lives away, so he had no choice but to act himself and force them out of this troubled place.
Once Yang Qing was out of Xiangyang City, getting back in would be no easy matter.
"Young Master, let's go." Qin Yue looked at Yang Qing, the tip of the sword in his hand pointed straight at him.
Qin Yue had never imagined that one day, the sword in his hand would be pointed at Yang Qing.
But these were no ordinary circumstances, and he had no other choice.
Yang Qing's gaze darkened slightly. "Qin Yue, have you truly thought this through?"
Emperor Zhetian had, in fact, already made arrangements for where the three of them would go.
He would not allow Yang Qing and the others to enter the ancestral emperor's resting place right under his nose, see that Heavenly Stone, and unravel its secrets. Nor would he allow them to escape his control.
That was why Emperor Zhetian had sent an Envoy: to keep them trapped.
But Qin Yue's actions now made it plain that he intended to use dealing with Yang Qing and the others as a pretext to leave them a path to survival.
That path was naturally vital to Yang Qing and the others. As long as they could leave Xiangyang City safely, they could temporarily escape the Sacred Emperor's control.
For Qin Yue, however, this act was a summons to his own death.
As the Sacred Emperor's Envoy, Qin Yue was secretly betraying the Sacred Emperor, letting Yang Qing and the other two escape and obstructing the Sacred Emperor's grand plan.
Merely putting Qin Yue to death would