Su Ye looked at Su Jiuguo,
"Dad, are we really not selling our family's 'Secret Luo'?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Su Jiuguo's face turned even uglier.
"You, you—you'd wreck our ancestral foundation just to satisfy your pathetic desires??"
Was this daughter missing men in her past life or what?
One after another, and still not enough??
Su Ye was a bit anxious just now. She badly wanted to sell off Secret Luo fast and make absolutely sure he wouldn't come looking again.
Too bad she'd forgotten.
This Secret Luo was an heirloom secret treasure, far too precious.
How could her father possibly just sell it?
She was scolded into backing away, unable to lift her head, ending up retreating right in front of Su Qing.
In that instant, Su Ye actually had the illusion that Su Qing was way more amiable than her dad.
Su Jiuguo got so mad that his sleeve swept the table corner, knocking the teacup to the floor.
The crisp crack was especially sharp.
Su Qing lazily lifted his eyelids, watching Su Ye get scolded back toward him.
Those pitch-black eyes stared intently at Su Jiuguo, and the elegant, languid man suddenly spat out,
"Old bastard,"
Behind them, Fei Chen's eyelid twitched hard as he listened.
What's the Sect Leader doing?
Is he actually shielding that girl??
Before Su Qing even finished, hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall.
In a blink, dozens of assassins in black, swords in hand and killing intent all over, surrounded the City Lord Mansion.
The leader, Fei Han, wore blue, an icy expression on his face, sword in hand as he walked into the hall step by step.
His voice was cold as ice. He locked eyes on Su Jiuguo, not a trace of emotion as he declared,
"Blood Cold Sect official business."
Su Ye stood in place, slowly looking toward Su Qing sitting in the chair.
And Su Qing originally meant to steady her with a hand.
But Su Ye immediately retreated several steps, looking as if she'd rather die than touch him.
Su Qing's eyes darkened, staring at his own empty palm.
Su Jiuguo narrowed his eyes and stood up from his seat.
"So, talks failed and now you're resorting to force? You even have ties to the Blood Cold Sect?"
His words fell, and Fei Han was already cupping his fists in greeting to Su Qing.
Su Qing, who'd been about to steady her, paused midair and instead reached out to grab her sleeve,
his voice carrying a hint of weakness as he slowly said,
"My benefactor, I am not the same as them."
At that, shock flashed across Fei Han's face.
What's—what is Master doing?
And why is Master grabbing some girl's sleeve?
Yet, none of this managed to lower Su Ye's guard.
Su Ye forced a smile onto her face,
"You want the 'Secret Luo', right? Fine, we'll sell it."
Saying so, she tried to yank her sleeve from his grip, eager to get as far from this dark-hearted man as possible.
Her guard, which had dropped because of his earlier obedience, shot right back up on the spot.
Blood Cold Sect.
A mysterious assassin organization.
When it was founded, it was solely to help Su Qing settle certain… unspeakable matters.
Outsiders saw Blood Cold Sect as cold-blooded and unfathomable.
No one ever knew whose hand the Blood Cold Sect answered to or who its Leader really was.
Back when Blood Cold Sect first appeared, plenty of assassin groups tried causing trouble.
There can't be two tigers on one mountain, after all.
But year after year went by, and those assassin groups who showed up all ended up massacred by Blood Cold Sect, one after another.
Even Wuji Sect, once the most dominant assassin group of its time, was wiped out overnight—inside and out—by Blood Cold Sect.
The Wuji Sect Master was strung up on his own signboard, bled out to death just like that.