"If the pig demon is not eliminated, it will surely wreak havoc everywhere. If you still have some sense of honor, either hand over this sword, and I promise you, I will definitely rid the people of this scourge.
Or... I won't take your sword, instead, you yourself can eliminate that pig demon for the townspeople, and I won't say another word."
Zhao Baixun was truly at a loss, so he had no choice but to bring up the pig demon with the townspeople again.
The girl wore a frosty expression, thinking that this Young Master from the Moon Accompanying Palace behaved just like a village ruffian or a city thug, lacking any of the demeanor of a Cultivation Family disciple.
She was about to lose her temper, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the young man about to have his sword taken remained calm.
She immediately stopped talking, her apricot eyes regaining their previous playful gleam, looking at him with great interest.
