Old Zhao's words immediately scared Yuan Hun out of his wits, causing his whole body to tremble with fear.
"What? What did you say? You want me to die? Why should I die, I am the City Lord's son, in Carefree City, it's not my turn to die!"
He then turned his head to look at Lu Chuan, "What gives you the right to say someone should die and then they die, what right do you have!"
Lu Chuan looked at Old Zhao and said, "I'll do it myself."
Upon hearing this, Old Zhao nodded helplessly, "Then make it clean, don't waste time going to save the City Lord."
"Make it clean? That won't do."
Lu Chuan looked at Yuan Hun and drew the bronze sword from behind him.
"It seems you don't have much sincerity either."
"I'll listen to you, do whatever you want to do."
When Old Zhao saw the familiar bronze sword in Lu Chuan's hand, he got somewhat excited inside, knowing that if Lu Chuan could find the City Lord with this sword, he could save the City Lord's life!
