"Hand over the person who injured my brother, or you die."
The cold weapon pointed at Sang Xuewu. Ying Ze, ranked fourth on the Green Talent List, sat coldly atop a Spirit Beast, his eyes as icy as his demeanor. His handsome face bore distinct features, exuding a kind of aloof coldness.
His gaze fell on Sang Xuewu, piercing like needles.
"Xuewu, what's going on? Didn't you say it was you who injured Ying Chuan?" Ying Ze's words left the Third Elder of the Sang Family somewhat stunned, as he hurriedly whispered to Sang Xuewu beside him.
If the trouble was stirred up by Sang Xuewu, the Sang Family would naturally step in to resolve it.
But if it was caused by someone else, the Sang Family had no need to get involved.
"It was, it was me who injured him," Sang Xuewu declared with certainty.
She mustered her courage, raised her eyes to meet Ying Ze's cold and aloof expression, and said loudly, "The one who injured Ying Chuan is me, no one else."
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