The young man seemed truly desperate. With a loud shout, he aimed a flamboyantly flashy swordsmanship move at Yang Zhen. True Essence surged up and violent waves of divine consciousness erupted, charging straight towards Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen almost burst out laughing. He quickly glared, sent his divine consciousness back, and instantly sent the young man's divine consciousness crashing back. Swiftly, he seized the man's long sword.
The young man grunted, his face turned pale, and he retreated several steps until he collided with the young woman, finally coming to a stop.
The young woman cried out in surprise and quickly supported the young man.
Yang Zhen calmly walked over to a table, sat down, and reached for the teapot, only to find it empty. He then looked up at the two people.
The young woman hurried up to him and said, "Sir...sir, I'll pour you some water."
