Staring at E Jintang, who was barely being restrained by over a dozen men, Zhou Cangyan sized him up.
"He really is immensely strong."
"There's more to it than that. He's also incredibly loyal. He'll only ever choose one master in his entire life!"
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the young woman who had leaned in to whisper in his ear.
Her small face was still filthy, but her beautiful eyes were full of life—as clear as a lake, as dazzling as gemstones.
Noticing his gaze on her, she blinked. "But you'll have to clear his father's name."
Zhou Cangyan's eyes hardened. A frigid aura radiated from him, like venomous tentacles lashing out.
It was an instinct, a reaction to sensing danger.
But it lasted only a moment. Once he remembered who he was dealing with, all those tentacles silently withdrew.
He pressed his lips into a thin line, then smiled. "How did you know E Xianwang was framed?"
