In an instant, everyone around Li Sui wore tense expressions. As the horn sounded, distant Military Sect disciples began gathering toward them. Everyone was preparing to use their trump cards.
"Mm~~ Everyone, stop." With the sound of a voice that was half male, half female, the previously taut atmosphere gradually relaxed.
As the crowd parted, Li Sui saw a round-faced person who looked about thirty, dressed in green silk, stepping forward.
Looking at the injured Li Sui, the person reached out a finger and twirled a strand of hair from the left side of their temple, speaking leisurely, "Black Taisui Xinsu? Hmph~ How interesting. And so eloquent too—hardly ever seen in a thousand years."
He looked somewhat like a man, but not quite; there was a bit of femininity, too. Seeing him, Li Sui thought of the eunuchs from the palace, but he seemed even more womanly than a eunuch.
