"I think the Young Head has misunderstood something."
Ji Xiu said with a smile:
"What makes you think you can just say 'let's call it even' and we're done?"
"The debts between us, one by one, can't be settled with just a word."
"A Life and Death Contract, signed in black and white. Once we're on the stage, even the County Yamen can't interfere with Martial Artists."
WHOOSH!
His figure leaped from the deer's back.
"After you."
His simple words fell.
The thin blade was already back in the youth's hand. In the next moment, it was poised to draw blood, enraging and startling Yang Yan. He stumbled backward, his hand reaching for his own saber:
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"If it weren't for you finding a good Master, this Young Master could crush a Groom like you ten thousand times with one finger! You believe me? Ten thousand times!"
