The Arbiter summoned another bamboo fan and swung it toward Weisheng, causing a windy swirl, sharp enough to cut through bones. But Weisheng quietly turned back around to look at the Arbiter's futile actions.
"You can't even scratch me with that fan of yours," Weisheng smirked, holding his blade against the Arbiter's neck in an instant, "Second Brother… You're only witnessing my blade because of our past. Had you been my sworn enemy, you wouldn't have gotten the chance to lay your eyes on this blade."
The Arbiter gulped, "Will you kill us? Given our past… You should spare us, no?"
Weisheng scoffed, "And what makes you think I'll spare a traitor?"
"You will spare us for Ling'er. If we die, the next Arbiter will gain our memories and realize that Ling'er is an illegal existence." The Arbiter stuttered.
"Ling'er?" Weisheng tilted his head, "You didn't call her that back then…"
