Nanmen Yu heard the words, stepped forward, and looked at the youth in front of him. As a few more torches were lit, he could now clearly see the young man's face, provocative, mocking, disdainful—yet not the least bit scared.
"Monarch, this kid is very cunning; there must be some trickery," a guard immediately spoke up, taking a step forward, but Nanmen Yu raised his hand, stopping his people from following.
Nanmen Yu knew all too well that the other party was deceitful; the youth's gaze had never hidden anything—his provocation was blatant.
"Monarch—" Seeing that Nanmen Yu continued to move forward, the guard couldn't help but speak again, but Nanmen Yu seemed not to hear, heading straight towards Yin He.
The youth remained still, merely glancing at the oppressive crowd behind Nanmen Yu before looking at him again.
"Everyone, stand back." Nanmen Yu understood the youth's intention and spoke slowly.
