"It has nothing to do with you!" Xie Jue's tone grew colder. "Where did you encounter the Beiman Envoy seeking help?"
Lin Cheng was confused. "What do you mean?"
"Answer me!" Xie Jue's voice carried a hint of impatience.
"In front of the arch bridge on a cross street in East City." Lin Cheng did not bother to hide it. Xie Jue calculated the distance, timing, and the Forbidden Army's pace in his mind, and his brow furrowed slightly.
"Got it." Xie Jue turned and started to leave.
Lin Cheng was furious. Xie Jue completely ignored him. Who gave him permission to leave? Lin Cheng led the Forbidden Army to block his way. "Second Young Master, if you leave like this, I can't give an account."
Xie Jue suddenly grabbed Fang Chuning's longsword, twirled it beautifully in the air, and the cold blade slashed across Lin Cheng's arm. Lin Cheng was shocked, clutching his bleeding arm, staring in disbelief, his eyes filled with fury. "You—"
