Ke Mingzhe had already led Qin An out of the room, but Ji Cheng's words made him tense up again.
As a Unity Realm expert, he had never felt so cautious as he did at this moment.
If the two were to fight now, the blame would surely fall on him.
But if they were to duel in the Sacred Primordial Sect's secret realm tomorrow, then no matter the outcome, it would be a personal grudge and his responsibility could be completely avoided.
He absolutely did not want to see the two clash swords at this moment.
Just as Ke Mingzhe was about to smooth things over, Qin An turned back and gave Ji Cheng a cold glance, his gaze like a frosty blade cutting through.
"From Ding County to Lingzhou, and then to Xunyang Prefecture, those who have spoken to me like this already have their graves overgrown with wild grass," he said in a deep, cold voice. "You have commendable courage, but I hope you won't be crying and begging for mercy tomorrow."
