The situation in the rear hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple was not suitable for small talk, so even though Feng Jianqi heard Logan Chu's voice, he just nodded to him and said nothing.
Logan Chu immediately saw through Feng Jianqi's situation - he was not the leader among those who came to support him.
A middle-aged man in purple clothes standing on Feng Jianqi's left was staring coldly at Sun Yikui and Huang Ping opposite him.
He was among the crowd, and his aura was the most unique, as if he was standing there like an icy-cold knife that had been unsheathed, emitting a chill that made people afraid to approach.
But it was clear that his sword was still hanging at his waist and had not been unsheathed.
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