Yang Jian looked at Nezha's reaction and knew that he had given up the idea. He continued, "But from what you said, the wounds on His Highness were caused by you, right?"
"And the medicine was given by you?" Nezha retorted.
Yang Jian did not deny it. He looked at Nezha and said, "I've been appointed as the Heavenly Mechanism Commander of Xiqi by His Highness. Though I'm a cultivator, I understand the principles of loyalty to the sovereign and love for the country. Even if His Highness is somewhat at fault, you and I should have advised him in the past. But laying a hand on him is akin to treason."
As Yang Jian spoke, his expression grew cold.
He knew his own strength and reputation in the cultivation world. By saying these words, he hoped to intimidate Nezha.
