The atmosphere in the palace instantly changed the moment this youth got here.

“You’re wounded.” The heretical king carefully looked at him. [1]

“It’s minor, nothing serious.” The silver-masked youth answered.

“Since the young lord is asking on your behalf, you may keep your head for now.” The king pondered for a moment before waving his hand. The man in black armor let go of Bi Qiu and returned to his side.

Bi Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that the young lord got back just in time. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be just him, the rest of his clan would suffer too.

“Thank you, Heretical King, for sparing me. My life is both yours and the young lord’s.” he was filled with gratitude towards the youth.

Having said that, he returned to his position. Many of the heretics here became disappointed but they didn’t show anything outwardly.

The heretical king was...