This long sword was the most powerful Magical Treasure in Lu Yuanshan's possession. One thrust, if it connected, would have undoubtedly killed Lu Maoxian.
The sword tip was aimed at a gap in the carriage canopy, but Lu Yuanshan still hadn't made his move.
He Haiqin said impatiently, "This junior still hasn't learned. If you go easy on him now, you can't blame him for being ruthless later."
Lu Yuanshan's hesitation wasn't out of mercy for Lu Maoxian; he was worried about earning a bad reputation.
The Coachman, Tan Fucheng, sensed something was amiss and said to Lu Yuanshan, "I'll go check on the Second Young Master."
Seeing this, He Haiqin asked, "Should I make myself scarce too?"
Lu Yuanshan nodded. "Could I trouble you, Uncle He, to help me keep watch? I'm worried this old fellow has brought help."
