Mou Chen burst into loud laughter, his gaze laced with mockery and scorn as he watched Yan Yun, "Nearly slain by a sword at your neck, yet still you speak bravely. Do you think others will fear your threatening words? When they decided to chop off your finger, their resolve was clear. Did you think they let you ramble on because they wanted to hear you talk?"
After a bit of enlightenment, Yan Yun immediately coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood and hurriedly said with a serious demeanor, "Miss Li, I was ungrateful and wrong earlier, I hope you won't take offense."
Li Jiujiu was momentarily unsure of what to say.
But she did not want Baili An to genuinely offend such a sect over this matter, so she whispered softly, "Si Chen... cough, injuring someone to death is perhaps too extreme, we've already seen blood, let it be."
Baili An looked back at her, helplessly asking, "Jiujiu, how did you end up in Xianling City?"
