Upon hearing Jiangli's words, Pei Jiu's expression grew somewhat unnatural, but he immediately let out a cold snort, "I'm doing this precisely for the Xuanmen Association. I won't harm them, just use them to restrain you. As soon as I kill you, they will naturally be safe."
With these words, Jiangli couldn't help but sneer, "Kill me? I recall, though there have been some verbal disputes between us, it doesn't count as any deep-seated hatred, does it?"
Pei Jiu tightened his grip on the Mage Sword and snorted angrily, "There's no deep-seated hatred between you and me, but you and Xuanmen have long since formed an irreconcilable feud!"
"Jiangli, you're the Jiangli from eight hundred years ago, right?"
Jiangli raised her eyebrows, she hadn't expected them to know already.
But it wasn't entirely surprising.
