"Stop right there."
Yang Wen and Yang Wu trembled all over, too scared to speak. Their eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
When the Void Saint is angry, who dares to speak?
The scene quieted down.
Yang Qiu stood with hands behind his back and said calmly, "Words once spoken must be kept... Otherwise, how can we Yang clan stand among the ancient great clans? How can we survive in the Cultivator World in the future?"
Yang Wen and Yang Wu turned red with rage, their teeth chattering with anger, yet they had no choice.
Even the one they relied on the most sided with outsiders, so what could they do?
Even though they couldn't figure out why, they had to comply! They could rebel against anyone, except Yang Qiu!
Yang Qiu walked several steps forward, arriving beside the unicorn. His gaze was sharp, scanning the wound on the unicorn's abdomen, and he nodded slightly.
The wound was perfectly uniform, the Gang Qi expertly applied, precise to the extreme.
