"The world calls me 'Yan Sanwen,' yet few know why I am so named..."
Yan Jiantong wiped the blood off his sword and sat back down.
"Does Master Liu think I am too ruthless and shouldn't have taken their lives...?"
Pei Laoliu shook his head.
"Those who kill are often killed; since both sides are mortal enemies, why hold back?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiantong's eyes brightened, and the last trace of gloom on his face disappeared as he smiled and said:
"Master Liu understands me!"
Pei Laoliu put down the teacup in his hand and asked:
"There's something I want to know. If they had just said they wouldn't kill you, would you really have spared them?"
He looked at the other with a clear gaze.
The latter answered solemnly with a single word:
"Yes!"
Master Liu did not continue to ask, just nodded, then refilled his tea and continued drinking.
The ordinary people around had long since fled, and even the tea stall's owner was nowhere to be seen.
