Xue An smiled, knowing that General Lin was referring to the Flowing Light Sword he had given him.
"As for swords, I'm not accustomed to using them, because I only believe that true hierarchy exists under the strength of one's fists."
This statement, brimming with murderous intent, caused many to slightly change color.
Especially An Chang, who inconspicuously took two steps back.
"No wonder Mr. Xue could achieve such a cultivation level at this age; this heart realm of his is something even I cannot match!" General Lin exclaimed.
At that moment, Chen Xiuhe chuckled, "What of it? Despite such achievements, there are still those who are unsatisfied, insisting on casting him out. Isn't that laughable?"
Chen Xiuhe's blade-sharp words pointed directly at the An Family.
Matriarch An's face turned iron-blue, and An Xue and the others also wore expressions of embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
Only An Ying's gaze flickered, followed by a soft sigh.
