Xu Changge fell silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly:
"You… sure?"
...
..
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Above the Sword Pavilion, a figure in white as pure as snow.
Feng Jiuxuan stood high above, gazing down at his two nephews below, his expression calm, yet a trace of barely perceptible anger flickered deep in his eyes.
In the next instant,
as that familiar middle-aged man clad in black appeared at his side, Feng Jiuxuan thrust his sword finger directly at him.
Whoosh———
Xu Yinhe tilted his head, dodging it, a strand of hair severed, drifting down along the curtain of raindrops cascading from the Sword Pavilion's curved eaves.
His tranquil gaze lingered on his brother-in-law for a heartbeat before Xu Yinhe shifted his attention to the two offspring in the sword field below.
Feng Jiuxuan's voice, cold yet laced with suppressed anger, rang out: "What did you say to Changtian just now?"
Xu Yinhe replied calmly: "Some things about the past."
