"Are you saying, the people from the Sword Lodge might kill Jiaojiao?"
In the study room, Marquis Xuanping listened to his son's account. To say he was not surprised would be a lie, but to say his son was making something out of nothing, he did not think there was such a necessity.
Xiao Hen said solemnly, "Jiaojiao's dreams have always been very accurate. Back then, you nearly lost your life in the mudslide thanks to her seeing the storm and mudslide in her dream beforehand."
It's said that extraordinary powers and deities are not to be spoken of lightly. Marquis Xuanping is the kind of person who's lived by killing with his martial prowess. If it had been anything else, he would surely scoff.
However, concerning Gu Jiao, he was extremely cautious.
"The bastards from the Sword Lodge are all dead." He was somewhat annoyed. Had he known it would come to this, he would have left a few alive.
