As these words fell, the situation changed once again. Wei Wuque darted a sideways glance at Chen Yi.
In his view, the scene had split into two factions accusing each other. Without knowing the full picture—only seeing a mere corner of the iceberg—it was difficult to judge.
At this moment, Chen Yi began to laugh.
The laugh was not loud, just a faint chuckle, but in the tense and sword-strained atmosphere of the private room, it sounded crystal clear.
Wei Wuque raised an eyebrow and said, "Why does the household commander laugh? Have you more words to defend yourself?"
"Each arguing their case—there's no saying what is defense or not. Yet..."
Chen Yi replied leisurely:
"A mere county magistrate, who doesn't even hold a Fourth Rank position, turns out to be a Fourth Rank martial artist?"
Jiang Shangli's eyes immediately hardened.
The sword in his hand radiated a bone-chilling coldness. He sneered and posed his question:
