Yang Ge caressed the Cold Moon Blade, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing with the murderous intent in his heart.
Seeing this, Liu Dongjun hastily covered his mouth, fearing he might provoke him further and truly draw his blade to strike himself... She was also aware; Shen Fa's face couldn't save her a third time.
Timely, a deep female voice with a heavy southwestern accent came from the other side of the mountain forest, "Young man, don't be so hot-tempered; it's harmful to your health."
"Is it that I did not make myself clear, or did she not relay my words clearly?"
Yang Ge looked towards the direction of the voice and calmly replied, "Or rather, has the White Lotus Sect already prepared to wage war against me?"
Then a figure in black, carrying a tall and striking presence, emerged step by step from the forest.
