The matter concerned rebellion, a crime punishable by decapitation. Bei Yun spoke methodically, relentlessly smearing dirt on himself, and Yu Zizhou couldn't hold back any longer. He swung his fist and charged, "You suddenly showed up back then, claiming you could help me, I didn't even know who the hell you were!"
Even obscenities were blurted out, and his face turned almost as red as a cooked shrimp from anger. Bei Lingsu frowned, she raised her hand, and with a mere flick, she casually dissipated the palm wind.
"Don't get agitated, sit down first, and once we retrieve your family's Jiufeng Feitian, you'll be able to prove your innocence," she said.
Upon hearing this, Yu Zizhou, recalling the fear of being choked by Bei Lingsu, glowered fiercely at Bei Yun without a word.
Seeing this, Bei Yun smiled slightly and continued to savor the delicacies on the table.
