Xiahou Yudie gritted her teeth, Qigong surged within her, she could endure no longer, no need to endure anymore!
She prepared to draw her sword for battle, a warrior can be killed, but not insulted!
It seemed that a fierce fight was about to erupt in the private room.
Xiahou Zhenshan awoke from his thoughts and, clenching his teeth, gave Xiahou Yudie a look, signaling her not to act rashly.
The losses were already suffered, and a few more wouldn't matter. If they turned against Ye Xuan now, even if they killed him, what would they gain?
Xiahou Yudie forcefully suppressed her impulse.
Xiahou Zhenshan secretly exhaled, attempting to calm his fervent emotions, he looked at Ye Xuan again and forced a smile: "I wonder… what other conditions Brother Ye Xuan might have?"
With Xiahou Zhenshan speaking up, the originally tense atmosphere in the private room finally eased.
