The envoy's words, Gu Qing was not afraid of him at all, not even flinching. So what if he's a servant?
Even as a servant, he's still not afraid of him. Isn't he just an envoy, what does an envoy count for?
No more than someone to kill.
Ling Tianyu picked up the teacup and began to drink. He didn't need to take action now; his subordinates would handle it. Even though his strength was inferior to that of the envoy, if it really came down to a fight and he risked using his trump cards, he might not necessarily lose.
Ling Tianyu took a sip of tea, and it was quite good.
"True Martial Saint, if you have the ability, come out yourself," the envoy said. "What's the point of sending out a servant?"
"What? Are you afraid to die?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Tianyu smiled and said, "Afraid to die or not, I don't know, but have you ever seen someone from the Emperor Lineage who is afraid of death?"
