Dong Chengyue seemed completely helpless against Qin Mengxue.
She huffed and glanced northward. Over there, four people were split into two factions, the tension as high as drawn crossbows.
If it weren't for Jun Tianyu of the Five-Colored Banner standing nearby, the four of them would have already come to blows.
One of the four, a fair-faced, beardless middle-aged man, snapped coldly, "Qin Mengxue, don't you think you're being far too insolent? Is our lord's name something you can just throw around? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch you just because you're one of Princess Zhuque's people?"
Qin Mengxue seemed unfazed by Ren Xudong's words, merely chuckling as she replied, "I've always called Candle Dragon by his name. If you don't like it, you're more than welcome to come over and trade a few blows with me."
