The people outside quickly heard the commotion; Qi Jin and Qi Yu were about to rush in but were stopped by Yuan Geng with a pull.
"If your master has the upper hand, why would you enter?" said Yuan Geng coldly, the fewer people who knew about that subconscious matter, the better.
Qi Jin and Qi Yu glanced and realized, indeed, it was their Emperor who had the upper hand. Yin He looked as if he was asking for a beating, not fighting back at all. They could even clearly see Yin He being pressed to the ground and fiercely rubbed by Zheng Congyuan.
As if he didn't care about his life, as if he had come to offer it.
Yet the young man was laughing, his face smeared with blood, almost deformed from his usually handsome features, his elegant brows and flower-like eyes now completely unrecognizable.
