The storm of blood and carnage outside seemed to have suddenly engulfed the house.
The room was silent, everyone was struck dumb with fear.
Only two people appeared unaffected.
One was Song Qizheng, whose sword pierced forward without a trace of hesitation.
The other was Song Xian, who met Song Qi's gaze head-on, without flinching or evading.
The sword edge pierced Song Xian's hair bun, flicking it, causing his hair crown to fall to the ground.
Song Qizheng remained furious, while Song Xian appeared completely unruffled.
More frightening than resistance is the ability to see through at a glance, knowing it's impossible to take his life just like that, so there's no need to intervene.
Song Qizheng, having led troops for so many years, realized for the first time that sometimes stillness overcomes motion, despite wielding a sharp blade seemingly at a disadvantage.
