The green-clad swordsman did not look at the black-clad man who stood behind him. A smile bloomed on his face before he said, "Tell your sect master that I have no intention of taking lives today. Tell him that I'm sorry."
For some reason, when the black-clad man heard the word, 'sorry', he took a step back in spite of himself. He said awkwardly, "Senior, you killed the Sword Freak, Chen Wenjie, previously. Who's your next target?"
The green-clad swordsman gave the black-clad man a sideways glance, causing the black-clad man to retreat further. He was quite frightened, worried that the green-clad swordsman would say he was the next target.
"Don't worry, I've always been a gentle and polite person. Your sect master knows that well," the green-clad swordsman said indifferently.
"Uh… I'm just feeling pressured from your powerful aura, senior. I hope you're not offended by this." The black-clad man's knees were knocking against each other at this moment.
