"Come!"
With a crisp sound, Qingluo drew her ancient sword.
The old sword shimmered brilliantly and sharply.
"What are you guys up to?"
Yun Qian gave a bitter smile.
"A duel."
Chen Feng prepared to make a move.
"Let's not joke around." Yun Qian said, "Last time we fought with the enemy here, it cost us tens of thousands to repair the damages. Are you intending to burn money now?"
"Uh, that makes sense."
Chen Feng stared at Qingluo, saying: "After damaging this place, it's still my money that will be spent on repairs. I won't stoop to your level."
"Tsk."
Qingluo sheathed her sword, unconcerned.
"Brother Chen, three people have arrived outside. They say they have come to apologize."
A maid then came up to Chen Feng and said in a low voice.
"Three people? Let them in." Chen Feng said.
"Okay."
The maid turned and left.
Shortly after, she brought in three people who walked up to Chen Feng.
