When that cold voice came, Zhou Yuanfeng's face suddenly changed, and he quickly stepped forward to hold Qin An's shoulder.
"You wait here, I'll go deal with them, they will have to give my teacher some face."
Qin An, however, remained motionless, just gently shaking his head: "No need."
Just from those few voices outside, Qin An could guess who they were.
They must be the fathers of the Mountain Patrol Copper Generals he had killed.
Zhou Yuanfeng was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead: "At a time like this, why show such bravado? Let me mediate, maybe we can ease the situation."
Qin An slowly brushed his fingers over the scabbard, his voice calm like a still ancient well: "The enmity of killing one's son is irreconcilable, in their eyes, I'm nothing more than an insignificant ant without any backing. Your background can't protect me."
Zhou Yuanfeng paused for a moment and sighed: "Then what should we do?"
