The man did not speak discreetly, and naturally everyone around heard it. Although he spoke in the language of the Grasslands, quite a few officials from Great Chu still understood, and their expressions instantly turned sour.
Qin Bohan was no ordinary person. Whether or not he understood the language of the Grasslands, just from the man's light and dismissive tone, combined with the expressions of those next to him, he could guess about seventy to eighty percent of it.
However, he was deeply scheming and naturally wouldn't show it on his face. He simply glanced at the man, revealing a refined yet somewhat intimidating smile.
The man accompanying that gentleman was somewhat older, and upon hearing the man's words, his expression immediately changed. He wanted to say something but held back.
When he met the eyes of Qin Bohan and the officials from Great Chu, he could no longer suppress his anxious expression.
He leaned close to the man's ear and whispered a few words.
