He suddenly realized he had made a fatal mistake. The eyes of this True Inheritor—the one who had placed second in the Thirty-Six Peaks tournament—seemed gentle, yet they could pierce through the three layers of his inner shirt to the cold sweat drenching his back.
"Junior Brother Chen, you seem a bit hasty. Why don't I get a clear answer from him before we decide what to do?"
Chen Hong couldn't help but force a smile.
"S-Senior Brother Xu, you are correct. I was indeed being too hasty…"
Xu Yunfan lowered his gaze, ignoring Chen Hong's hesitant demeanor, and turned his eyes toward Jiang Jingguo.
This Sword Pavilion True Inheritor, dressed as a Scholar, now wore a ferocious expression. His once-handsome features were twisted into a venomous mask, and the hatred bursting from his eyes seemed to drop the temperature on the third floor by several degrees.
