The man from the Eastern Three Provinces suddenly straightened his back, his mouth slightly agape, feeling the cold touch on his neck akin to the Grim Reaper's scythe, seemingly controlling his fate.
"Yelü Shou, this isn't fun." The man from the Eastern Three Provinces attempted to draw a hidden dagger from beneath him, but Yelü Shou was one step ahead, clamping his left hand on his wrist while the right claw had already penetrated his skin.
Liu Yi remained indifferent; for him, he only had one person to protect, and the life or death of the person before him had no direct relation to him.
"Shou, let go of the man from the Eastern Three Provinces." As both sides found themselves in awkward tension, Xiao Lin emerged from the building, seating himself between Liu Yi and the man from the Eastern Three Provinces. However, Yelü Shou merely released his left hand, but the steel claw on the man's neck showed no sign of loosening.
