"Galava, what's the matter?" Ye Xiu asked, his face devoid of emotion.
Galava was the name of the Xuan Ming Sect Hierarch, a prominent Hermit.
"What's the matter? Ha! Ye Xiu, there's no need for pretense between men of our stature. Don't you know why I've come for you?" Galava snorted coldly. "Someone from my Xuan Ming Sect was killed, yet you protected the murderer and even beat my men. I'm here for an explanation."
Galava stood tall with confidence. After all, he was flanked by four Seventh Realm War Gods, and he himself was a Seventh Realm War God. Five against one, he wasn't afraid of Ye Xiu.
"What kind of explanation do you want?" Ye Xiu asked.
Seeing Ye Xiu's response, Galava assumed he was scared and ready to compromise, and his pride swelled. He spoke more aggressively, "A life for a life, a debt for a debt. I want you to hand over the murderer and give Jie Ding a sincere apology."
