The kind of coldness was a chill that conveyed a tangible killing intent.
It was as if one was targeted by a venomous snake.
He almost instinctively reached for the long sword beside him but hesitated, retracting his hand to continue tending to the wounds on his face.
Jiang Yi took in the man's actions completely, her lips curling slightly.
There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but also a sense of relief.
"Can't think of a reason?"
The alluring woman had a barely-there smile on her lips.
Jiang Shouzhong thought for a moment and earnestly said:
"If I really have to say, then I can only say I still need to save your sister. I'm the husband of Qingchen, of Xia He and Qiuye, you can't kill me."
"I can wait until you save my sister, then kill you."
