Yang Fan stood there, the treasure sword in his hand, and said in a somber voice, "Old Senior, you've praised me too much. If I'm not mistaken, you must be Yan Tianshan from the Yan Family."
"Indeed, it is I. Today you have barged into my Yan Family and injured my son. This matter requires discussion."
Yang Fan let out a cold snort: "Old Senior, there's nothing to discuss. I've simply come for the Xuantian Sword."
"About the Xuantian Sword, I know a little. My son Qiuyang and Han Shi'an had a ten-year agreement. Tonight, according to the agreement, Han Shi'an handed the Xuantian Sword over to my son. There's no issue, right?"
"Of course there's no issue." Yang Fan's expression changed, "But, Old Senior, do you know why the Han Family handed over the Xuantian Sword?"
Yan Tianshan said, "It's simple. Han Shi'an is a man who keeps his word and naturally fulfills his promise of the past."
