The old man frowned.
"Damn it, can't take a hint!"
On the old man's side, a young man with braids brandished the cleaver in his hand and decisively swung it towards Pei Jinye's shoulder.
The sound of cutting wind arose.
The sword technique of the man with braids was in no way inferior to that of an Ancient Martial expert.
But unfortunately, when his cleaver hit Pei Jinye, the young man was stunned because he had only hit an afterimage.
He didn't even notice when Pei Jinye's figure had disappeared from in front of him.
"Snap!"
The old man moved faster, slapping the young man with braids across the face and sending him flying.
He then stood in front of Pei Jinye.
"Mr. Pei, I apologize on his behalf... Urgh!"
The old man suddenly grunted.
Pei Jinye had no regard whatsoever, nor did he stop his attack just because the old man offered an apology on behalf of the other.
