"What else do you want?" Song qingxiao hugged su Wu and asked the young man with great interest.
With a crisp sound, the young man held the scabbard and pulled the sword out a little, revealing a part of the sword.
He was too young.
The sword intent that he cultivated could not be compared to Tai kangwu's sword Qi that was filled with complex emotions. In front of song qingxiao, it was unbelievably weak.
Even the sword that had just gained sentience was knocked against the scabbard under song Qing's pressure, making a slight sound.
The young man's face was pale, and his body was still shaking.
But in the face of song qingxiao's questioning, he mustered up his courage.
"I'm not senior's opponent, but if senior insists on taking my uncle away, I'll stop you with my life."
He was very afraid, but his eyes were firm, showing his inner heart.
"Is he very important to you?" She asked.
"Yes!" The young man replied loudly.
