Emperor Yunlan Haorang nodded with a faint smile.
And in that instant, the light returned to Old Tiger Zhao's eyes.
"Hah! Now we're talkin'!"
He lightly clapped the emperor on the back like an old buddy.
"You should've led with that, old man!"
The emperor's escorts reacted instantly. Hands darted toward storage rings, sleeves twitched, robes stirred as if hiding something sharp.
Their gazes locked onto Old Tiger Zhao, and in that instant, even the mildest breeze could've triggered a massacre.
Zhao Huan and Xie Feiyan, ever-present shadows beside the emperor during his store visits, remained calm.
But the third who was unfamiliar, let his intent show.
It wasn't much. Barely a thread of killing aura leaked out.
But it was enough to make Dou Xinshi instinctively hide behind Old Tiger Zhao.
The man was very tall, towering over the others with a broad, heavyset build.
