Sparring is sparring, but no one wants to spill blood over a mere misunderstanding, like severing an arm or a leg. As Xiahou Qingyi drew her Qingluan Sword, the onlookers plucked up their courage and tried to persuade her.
"Stop it, if you cripple Lin Tian, who's going to carry out tomorrow's mission? The captain will definitely punish you."
"Right, Lin Tian was wrong, but there's no need to draw a sword, is there? We can talk this through."
"Sister Qingyi, just let Lin Tian off this once. Put down the sword and just beat him up with your hands."
"Shut up, all of you."
Xiahou Qingyi yelled, "If anyone else speaks, I'll cut off their fingers." She was genuinely angry. Normally, she would get irritated just from someone glancing at her, let alone having Lin Tian slap her buttocks just now. She could no longer tolerate it.
"Lin Tian, watch out!"
