The Qingsha senior brother's eyes were like those of a hawk. He did not miss how the girl carrying the sword quickly adjusted the black cloth so that the entire hilt was covered, nor did he miss how the young man with her stepped protectively in front of her again. His suspicions increased.
"Miss, could you show us your sword? We just want to confirm something." He said again.
Mo Xian's forehead furrowed with impatience. "Why do you want to see her sword?"
"Ah, childe, you see, this miss's sword looks very similar to that of a martial artist who was the martial arts sector's public enemy number one. Our mentor, the chief of Qingsha sect, as ordered us to look for his disciple. I am only carrying out orders." The senior brother, unlike his junior brothers, was less hotheaded. His piercing gaze pinned Wang Jingyuan to the spot. "Sorry to bother you, miss, but please just show me your sword so I can confirm that it's not the one we're looking for."
