Senior Shou's sleeves, swayed by his movements, gradually settled, and his youthful face concealed a look of admiration.
Baili An remained silent.
He thought to himself, what's the point of all this.
Fang Zhuohang, through gritted teeth, glanced sideways at his younger brother.
Fang Zhuozhong deeply furrowed his brows, but he dared not summon his own soldier slave as his did, for his soldier slave was also a remarkably spirited and passionate fellow. If subjected to coerced orders,
in that dilemma of divided loyalty and gratitude, those twenty years of life would likely be lost in vain and without clarity.
For a time, the situation strangely came to a tense impasse.
Senior Shou stepped forward a few paces and touched the back of that sword slave three times, sealing all his major damaged acupoints.
At this moment, Sword Qi accompanied by the east wind, snuck in through the window.
