Yan Wuji turned around, his murky eyes falling on Qi Zhen's face.
"Get involved personally?"
His voice remained level, yet it carried an authority that could not be questioned.
"Given the strength Fang Han has shown, there are only a handful of people in all of Qingyang County who could kill him."
He walked back to the stone chair and slowly sat down.
"And after what just happened, if he were to die, the Qingxuan Sect would immediately suspect the Tiejiang Gang."
Qi Zhen opened his mouth as if to speak, but Yan Wuji cut him off with a raised hand.
"Besides—"
There was a newfound certainty in Yan Wuji's voice.
"Fang Han is certainly growing quickly, but no matter how fast he is, he can't outpace those of us who are cultivating the Holy Skill."
He raised his eyes, his gaze landing on Qi Zhen's face.
"He won't become a threat. There's no need to start an all-out fight with the Qingxuan Sect over him, not now."
He paused, his voice deepening.
