Li Zhiyuan pointed at the stone gate behind him and said, "Come up, press her palm against the door, we'll walk while she sleeps."
A Yuan raised his hand, pointing towards the tent and sleeping bag.
The implication was that he wanted his young lady to have a proper rest first, just as they had done earlier, before opening the gate and moving forward.
Zhao Yi took the initiative to step down two steps, adopting a tone that was both teasing and warning:
"Can't you see the situation clearly? If it weren't for her having secrets about this place and her special identity as a member of the Yu Family.
Do you think you'd still have the right to stand in front of us?
We've already shown the greatest tolerance and concession, don't push your luck!"
A Yuan's fists clenched, his right hand bloody and mangled, a large piece of skin on his left hand was peeled off, exposing the white bone.
