"You're from Sword Peak?"
Su Xiaobai's grin faltered. That tone didn't sound friendly. Still, he nodded cautiously.
"And the other one?"
Another hesitant nod.
Her expression darkened instantly. Sword Peak, huh? No wonder Zhao Tianxuan had sent these two. Killing them would be as suicidal as swallowing her own poison stash. If Su Xiaobai poked around, he'd find out his righteous master Bai Yujian—the fairy saint of Sword Peak—was actually infamous for hunting down enemies over spilled tea.
The other women exchanged confused glances, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing. They didn't care about politics—they were here to get paid and get laid.
"What's your relationship with Bai Yujian?" A'Jin's lips curved into a dangerous smile.
