Chen Wenmian's expression was stern as he prepared to explain.
Li Guanyi said: "Qilin went to find some good food, who knows when he'll return; I'm going to look for him. While wandering, I saw this old gentleman lingering in my camp, so I invited him here."
Chen Wenmian pursed his lips, slowly raised his hand, pressing on the sword, and said:
"Let me handle it personally."
Li Guanyi held down his wrist, saying: "No need."
He looked at Chen Tianyi: "This person illegally entered the camp, by law should be executed. However, given the blood relation with you, I am indebted to the old master Chen Chengbi for the legacy of Chen Country's royal martial arts, and since you are in charge of the Book Collection Pavilion, I spare your life."
"Also sparing Wenmian from having his hands stained with too much blood of kin."
Chen Wenmian's eyes rippled slightly, as he pursed his lips.
Li Guanyi continued: "Though the death penalty can be waived, a living penalty is hard to escape."
