Hand washes another hand

Several hundred people gathered in a large square in front of the governor's palace. There were not only guests from the main banquet but also servants, soldiers and low-ranked courtiers that were, until now, celebrating the victory elsewhere.

Now everybody was gawking at the two cultivators standing in the middle of the square, a generous and hopefully safe distance away from the audience.

Lin Chu, as always, exuded the chill of a mountain glacier. He was so dignified that, despite the slight breeze, not a strand of his long hair dared to fly into his eyes or mouth. Young maidens sighed dreamily at him despite knowing he was married, but never dared to approach.

Contrary to him, Lin Deng almost glowed with confidence. However, I could see that it was a thin mask, behind which was only fear. The more fear there was, the higher Lin Deng raised his chin, and the darker glares he gave Lin Chu.