"Young Master Wang... there's no need to push things to the point of mutual destruction."
Zhao Chuanchun quickly interrupted Wang Yaoyang with a cheerful tone.
"It's just a small issue, I'll call him right now and have him apologize to you."
"He's been opposing me time and again, do you think an apology will settle it?"
Wang Yaoyang's face turned cold and said, "That kid now holds Han Peipei's Golden Saber, flaunting it arrogantly. Call him now and tell him to hand over the Golden Saber to me, then I'll let it go. I can spare his life for your sake."
"Han Peipei's Golden Saber!"
Hearing this, Zhao Chuanchun was taken aback: "That Golden Saber is a Han Family keepsake... If he truly has it, he probably won't give it up easily... Perhaps an apology is better."
"I want the Golden Saber!"
