Facing the old crone's confident demeanor,
Shen Feng was surprised but not panicked, casually gripping the Hidden Edge Sword in his right hand from behind his back.
He hadn't expected to encounter Jiang Muyun here; it was quite the coincidence, only marred by the unsightly presence of the old hag before them.
He had a good impression of Jiang Muyun and could tell that the young woman leaned towards him. Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "I'm afraid your hands can't handle my head!"
Gripping the rust-stained hilt of the Hidden Edge Sword a bit tighter, he continued, "We have no grievances or hatreds, and considering I find this lass somewhat pleasing to the eye, I'm willing to give you a chance to leave."
To Meng Cuiqin, such words sounded like the height of arrogance.
