"If you don't leave now, you'll be caught up in this and won't be able to escape later!"
Under Xue Wuyi's urging, Bai Xiuxiu knelt on the ground and solemnly kowtowed three times. She then took out a paper crane, which enlarged as it caught the wind. With a gentle leap, she stepped onto the paper crane and flew away, gradually disappearing from Xue Wuyi's sight.
"With my wish fulfilled, it's time to attend to my own affairs." The gentleness in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a chill, bone-piercing intent to kill.
"If you gentlemen don't make a move soon, I might just leave!" Xue Wuyi's voice, cold as ice, suddenly echoed through the mountains.
"Unexpectedly, the cold-blooded Xue Wuyi has such a gentle side. Today has truly been an eye-opener. Seeing you kill Liu Peiran, I thought your heart was made of stone." A blue-robed swordsman appeared from within the mountain, his treasured sword slung on his back, brimming with battle intent, as a powerful Sword Qi surged from him.
