Tian Yi's turn instantly drew the attention of everyone present.
No matter who it was, all looked at this mysterious woman with a veil with puzzled eyes.
Xuan Ji's eyelids twitched as he forced down his displeasure and said with a wry smile, "Tian Yi, have I made another mistake?"
Tian Yi shook her head and said, "Master Xuan Ji is overthinking it."
"Then why are you blocking my way?"
"As I said," Tian Yi's slightly hoarse voice recalled, "Upon entering Wanzhou, no assassinations."
"Ha," Xuan Ji laughed, pointing to the cultivators of Wanzhou, "It's not what I want; it's what they want."
"Words spoken in the heat of the moment, Master, why take them seriously?"
Xuan Ji chuckled, thought for a moment, and finally asked, "So, to stop me, would you not hesitate to battle me again?"
Tian Yi stepped back nine steps, abandoned the Dao bow, clasped her fists in salute, and said, "Yes."
