Hearing this, a flash of surprise flickered in the black-robed man's eyes. He never imagined the young man before him would be so audacious, not only killing King Changping but also daring to speak to him with such righteous conviction.
"I am a Tributor of the imperial court. By killing a high minister, you have made yourself an enemy of the court. Do you have any idea what that means?" the black-robed man said in a low voice, attempting to intimidate Fang Yue with his status.
However, Fang Yue just sneered. "A Tributor of the court? So what? When I kill, I don't ask for names. He deserved to die, so I killed him."
The black-robed man was fuming, incensed by Fang Yue's arrogance. When had he ever met someone who showed him such utter disregard?
"Good! Good! Good!"
He said the word "good" three times. "Since you're so determined to die, I'll grant you your wish!"
