That person had tried to play ignorant, but being forced into a corner by Wang Jian like this, he had no other choice.
With a pained wave of his hand, there was a sword that suddenly clattered to the ground in front of him. This was a sword that he had pulled out of his Storage Ring.
When Wang Jian saw this sword, he narrowed his eyes and after a moment's pause, he came forward to pick it up.
As he picked up the sword, his hand clenched around the handle of the sword and it clenched so hard that there was a line of blood that stained the handle. This blood fell drop by drop to the ground, creating a small puddle.
After another moment's pause, Wang Jian waved his hand and this sword disappeared into his Storage Ring.
