The man from the Thousand Mechanism Sect and the Fourth Young Master Lin couldn't help but exchange a look, both reading the same thought in the other's eyes.
'This disciple of the Qin Family... is no simple character!'
The young man from the Cui Family's eyes shot open. He retreated two steps and yelled, "Qin! Let me tell you, this has nothing to do with me! On what grounds are you trying to pin this on me?"
Qin Li rolled his eyes, not even deigning to look at him. Meanwhile, the Fourteenth Young Master of Sword Concealment Manor had gone deathly pale. His gaze, fixed on the young man from the Cui Family, was filled with disbelief. He couldn't imagine that a friend he'd treated as a sworn brother, one in whom he had confided, would disregard his very life at such a critical moment—all for a bit of so-called face.
Someone from Sword Concealment Manor pleaded, "Young Master Cui, I beg you, please help our young master! It's just a matter of a single sentence..."
