Qi Yun's expression was calm, as if he had just done something trivial.
He looked at Zhao Xuanji, whose face was still pale but whose eyes were now filled with utter shock, and said coolly,
"Now, does Your Majesty still doubt whether I, Qi, am qualified to be that 'variable'?"
Zhao Xuanji stared intently at Qi Yun, his chest heaving violently.
After a long moment, he slowly exhaled a breath of Muddy Qi, his voice raspy and imbued with unprecedented gravity.
"I… believe you."
Just three words, yet they carried the weight of a mountain.
He looked at Qi Yun, his expression complex.
This mysterious man had not only brought subversive intelligence but also possessed subversive power.
'It was like bargaining with a tiger for its hide—infinitely risky.'
While he felt Qi Yun's domineering power, a thread of worry also sprouted in his heart.
Qi Yun nodded slightly and said no more.
...
「Seven days later, at the edge of the Cloud Dream Marsh.」
