Yun Keqing's expression was complicated. She held a miniature Magic Artifact in her hand that resembled a qin. It was made of pure silver, exquisitely delicate, and only the size of a palm. Zhao Dong knew that a descendant of a great family like Yun Keqing would always have such hidden weapons.
He asked Yun Keqing coldly, "Miss Yun, what is the meaning of this?"
Yun Keqing bit her lip. "Zhao Dong, he's my senior brother. Don't do anything rash."
Zhao Dong responded coldly, "I'm not the one being rash; your senior brother is. If I hadn't been strong enough today, he likely wouldn't have just stolen my Dragon Blood Stone—he would have crippled me."
Yun Keqing's face paled. "My senior brother is from Zixiao Academy. If you dare to touch him, you'll make an enemy of the academy. Then, no one in the entire East Sea will be able to help you!"
"Are you threatening me?" In a flash, Zhao Dong appeared in front of Zu Zhanpeng, his hand clamping directly around his throat.
