In an instant, the expressions of everyone around Li Sui turned grave. As the sound of horns blared, figures from the Military began to assemble in the distance. Everyone started preparing their trump cards.
"Mmm... Halt." As a voice that was half-male and half-female rang out, the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere gradually eased.
The crowd parted, and Li Sui saw a man in his thirties with a round face, dressed in green silk, step forward.
He looked at the wounded Li Sui, raised a finger to twirl a lock of hair by his left temple, and said leisurely, "A Black Taisui Xinsu? Hmph~ How fascinating. And you speak so fluently. A rarity seen only once in a thousand years."
Calling him a man didn't seem quite right, as he also had a certain feminine quality. Looking at him reminded Li Sui of the palace eunuchs, yet this person was even more womanly than they were.
