Li Guanyi's heart stirred with intense ripples.
His gaze turned slightly cold, but the tempering of his character over ten years of fleeing allowed him to ultimately control his emotional fluctuations. At this moment, his first reaction was not about his own fate, but rather about Murong Qiushui.
Could it be that the法相 (Aura) sealing his aunt was also done by this sorcerer?
Is it possible that this sorcerer seized his命格 (Fate) and poisoned him?
This led to his mother having to expend one-third of her元神 (Yuan Shen) to transfer the Qingluan Bird to him, resulting in her inability to leave that palace and ultimately perishing in the flames.
Thinking of this, Li Guanyi's grip on the sword hilt nearly faltered.
A martial artist should possess a third of ferocity and a third of killing intent.
At this moment, the murderous aura surged in Li Guanyi's heart, but he suppressed it fiercely. His right hand gripped the sword, fingers turning pale, yet the sword still did not emit even the faintest sound of a sword cry.
The female official seemed to have finally been persuaded by the sorcerer Hou Zhongyu.
Her tone softened as she said, "At least tell me, who is it?"