Qing Cang's expression flickered. He'd received abrupt news of their arrival. For them to be asking his Master to intervene, Ni Chuan's own plans had clearly gone awry.
To force his way in, he could now only threaten to take his own life.
Ni Chuan was no simple man. If he were actually killed here, the Royal Court would undoubtedly react strongly.
His gaze shifted to the young man standing behind him. The Royal Court was vast and convoluted, and he wasn't a high-ranking Sect elder in charge of intelligence. Though he knew Ni Chuan, he didn't know his son.
'But since Ni Chuan spoke up, he must be somewhat confident. Still... this guy doesn't seem to realize he also has to pass Martial Uncle Red Sun's trial.'
At this thought, Qing Cang snorted and retorted, "You are not worthy of having my Master act. What happens if your son fails to become one of the chosen?"
"We will leave at once. I would not dare lie before the Ancient King," Ni Chuan said grimly.
