The black-clad man wearing a bamboo hat did not answer Ancestor Canjian's question.
Instead, he glanced at Xing Zhan:
"Are you alright?"
"Thank you, sir, for saving my life."
Xing Zhan nodded, looked back at Ancestor Canjian, and said through gritted teeth:
"I just never expected that Ancestor Canjian of the Extreme Sword Sect would stoop so low as to plot against a younger member of the Jianghu.
"Aren't you afraid that once word gets out, fellow martial artists will ridicule you?"
Ancestor Canjian turned a deaf ear to Xing Zhan's reproach.
He merely assessed the black-clad man:
"I was wondering why Xing Ru Hai wasn't here.
"I didn't expect he'd find an expert to hold the fort.
"He's hiding in this Xing Family residence like a turtle, afraid to face anyone.
"In my view, there's no need for such behavior.
"If there's an issue, come out, and let's talk it out like men.
