"That will do." Yang Keshe raised his left hand.
The host of bodyguards in black behind him froze, bowed slightly, and then all withdrew. The last one to leave shut the main door on his way out.
Only three people remained in the room.
"Who is he?" Qi Heng asked evenly. He sized up Chu Bamboo, his gaze finally landing on the fox mask. 'I can't recall any core member of the All-Powerful whose symbolic mask is a fox.'
"He is…" Yang Keshe had just managed to get two words out when Chu Bamboo cut him off. "You have a short memory for someone so important. Three years ago, when you had an 'exchange' with the Eleventh Apostle and nearly died, who was it that put in a good word for you?"
"...?" Qi Heng was stunned for a moment, his mind reeling. "Could it be... So it was you!"
Chu Bamboo smiled silently and leaned back on the sofa, as if letting the silence speak for itself.
'Of course, the truth was... it wasn't me.'
