National Master Xie Yushen laughed.
He did not continue to question Lu Chi about who killed Noble Princess Consort Ji.
Instead, he asked Lu Chi why he had come to seek him.
Lu Chi surely had his own purpose.
Xie Yushen asked straightforwardly.
If it was about who killed Noble Princess Consort Ji, Lu Chi was unwilling to say... he wouldn't force it.
But if Lu Chi didn't directly tell him the purpose of coming, Xie Yushen would immediately dismiss him.
Xie Yushen's half-black, half-white hair fluttered in the brisk spring breeze passing through the corridor.
He stared at Lu Chi.
Lu Chi suddenly raised his head.
"National Master..."
"This palace wants to compete!"
Xie Yushen heard this, and laughed, the wrinkles on his face stacking, his eyes blazing, showing a hint of satisfaction.
"Why do you want to compete?"
Xie Yushen asked again.
Lu Chi clenched his fist, closed his eyes, his clenched fist relaxed and tightened again...
Finally, he slowly exhaled.
