The scolding was thorough and satisfying.
Chen Zhuo felt extremely relieved. Nonetheless, he was a bit worried about how to wrap things up today.
Song Yuan hadn't considered this problem. He silently calculated the distance between himself and Zuo Zhen; in a breath, his long knife could reach Zuo Zhen's chest.
Zuo Zhen's face was ugly from the scolding, his eyes flickered continuously, yet his right hand never let go of the sword hilt.
Jiang Shaohua's glance swept across, sharp as a blade: "Drop your weapons immediately, kneel and plead guilty, and I will spare you this time."
Zuo Zhen finally couldn't hold back, sneering: "I won't drop it, what will the Commandery Princess do about it?"
Clang!
Zuo Zhen drew his sword.
The next moment, the gleaming blade was at Zuo Zhen's chest.
Nobody saw when Song Yuan moved. Zuo Zhen, though not skillful, had quite the guts, his face turning even more hideous: "Song Yuan, do you really dare to kill me?"
