C1390 The Sound of the Treasured Sword

Lee Yun raised his hand.

Everyone turned to him in sync, only to find his expression as innocent as a primary school student eagerly raising their hand to answer a question in class, not at all resembling someone who would speak of beheading with such ruthlessness.

"What?"

Wan Zicheng's face suddenly turned to stone, and he turned stiffly towards Lee Yun. "You're saying..."

"Yes