It was Yun Qing.
The crowd parted as though pushed aside by an invisible hand, and twelve figures approached at an unhurried pace.
At their head, a man's black robes stirred, his double pupils unfathomably deep. His gaze settled on Xia Yuanchen, neither pleased nor displeased, yet it sent a jolt through the latter's heart.
Xia Yuanchen frowned slightly as he studied these unexpected arrivals. When he saw the Heaven List and even Immortal List marks on their foreheads, his pupils contracted.
But he was, after all, a prince's heir. Relying on Great Xia's prestige, he doubted the Yun Clan would truly dare do anything to him. He shouted, "Is this how your Yun Clan treats its guests? Humiliating me like this over two worthless little maids? Unless you give me an explanation today, Great Xia will never let this rest!"
"Oh? I can speak for the Yun Clan. Can you, Xia Yuanchen, speak for the Xia Dynasty?"
Yun Qing stepped out ahead of the others, his steps composed. Yun Baojian followed close behind, his expression so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
Yun Qing fixed his gaze on Xia Yuanchen and said slowly,
"If you believe you can, I'll send a letter straight to the Central Province this instant and ask the Crown Prince of Xia whether you can speak for him, Xia Wushang, in declaring... war on the Eastern Region's Yun Clan."
At the mention of the Crown Prince of Xia, Xia Yuanchen's arrogant expression froze. The attendants beside him paled, staring in terror at these young men with their astonishing auras.
The Twelve Young Masters of the Yun Clan! That title exploded through their minds. Could the cold-faced young man who had struck with his sword earlier be the Fourth Young Master, Yun Baojian?!
Recalling