"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, Qiao Zizhan's sword turned, heading straight for Li Qingmu's throat, causing exclamations of fright among those around them.
"Brother Li, watch out!"
Su Shi was even more panicked, wanting to rush forward to stop him, but with no strength to bind a chicken, how could he contend with Qiao Zizhan, whose swordsmanship was not bad?
Li Qingmu's gaze was cool as he watched the sword stab directly toward him. Just as it was about to hit him, he slightly leaned to the side, letting the sword brush past, yet it still tore his sleeve, with a slight trace of blood seeping from his arm.
"Zizhan, calm down, calm down!"
Seeing Li Qingmu injured, several Imperial Censors went up to restrain Qiao Zizhan, not because they were protecting Li Qingmu, but because, here in the Imperial Censorate, committing murder would infuriate the Emperor.
"Brother Li, your arm... go and get it bandaged!"
