"Without any evidence, I can, in accordance with the laws of the Empire, accuse you of slandering the Lord!" Li Fu lightly clapped his hands. They were fair and clean, without a speck of dust, and his nails were trimmed with extreme care—a perfect reflection of a nobleman's elegance and grace.
"You… are courting death!" the middle-aged man in the yellow robe roared, his eyes blazing with fury. He reached out, grabbing for Li Fu's neck.
A bewitchingly crimson sword blocked the man's hand.
"The one courting death… is you."
Ling Xiao stared coldly at the yellow-robed man. "If you wish to continue."
"So you're Ling Xiao?"
The man in the yellow robe abruptly withdrew his hand, his eyes locking onto Ling Xiao. This was a face they were all too familiar with. For months, they had been waiting for it to appear, and it was a shame they only saw it today—and only after losing three of their family's skilled members.
