Xiao Yi stepped forward a few paces, coming to stand at Yiyi's side.
Behind him were Senior Swordswoman and the eight Masters of the Main Hall.
And almost at the instant Xiao Yi's steps moved, eight streams of qi instantly locked onto the woman.
Xiao Yi frowned slightly, ignored it, and still only fixed his gaze on the woman.
Glancing at Yiyi beside him, her face pale and filled with worry, Xiao Yi looked straight at the woman and was the first to open his mouth. "I think we should talk."
"Talk?" The woman muttered once, then scoffed with disdain.
"Talk about how high and mighty you are now before this Lord? Talk about how my Holy Moon Sect should beg you for mercy?"
"Or perhaps, talk about the grudges of the past between this Lord and you? How this Lord once bullied you—today, you want to lay it all out and settle every account?"
"Hahahahaha." The woman threw her head back and laughed, still wearing a look of authority.
