This unforeseen event caught everyone by surprise, and Emperor Yue let out a low exclamation.
Wei Jin had sensed Wei Shu's intentions the moment his hand touched his calf.
But a dark gleam flitted across his eyes, and in the split second of lightning and flint, he did not move to stop him.
Wei Jin realized he had hesitated and a glint of triumph flashed through his eyes.
Perfect!
Even if he were to die, he would drag him down with him to his grave.
Just as his dagger was about to touch Wei Shu's throat, he saw an odd smile creep across the man's face.
As if harboring some unspeakable, hidden secret.
However, the arrow had to be shot once it was on the string, and he no longer had time to ponder the meaning behind that smile.
The dagger thrust out.
Wei Shu's neck tilted, and the dagger missed his throat, leaving a cut across his neck.
A long trail of blood bloomed immediately upon his neck.
Beads of blood rolled down.
