"Hand it over, hand it over—"
The soldiers and officers behind shouted in unison, the long sticks in their hands thudding on the ground, making a continuous sound. Master Zheng raised a hand, and the sound of the sticks stopped. Silence fell all around, and Master Zheng's face was shadowed and fierce, glaring coldly in the direction of the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, a young master wearing a light blue robe descended. He wore a light blue robe, leisurely waving a folding fan, a faint cold smile on his lips. Appearing gentle as jade, yet exuding a repressive bloodthirsty aura. His casual glance made everyone's hearts tremble, drawing a sharp breath.
As Nangong Yi appeared, a slightly injured young master standing next to Master Zheng, fearful, retreated backward, pointing at Nangong Yi and saying to Master Zheng, "Master, it's him, he's the one who rewarded Yanei, this boy's quite uncanny, very awesome."
