"Mi, so you did come to my Bai Yue with ill-intentions? You are here to loot the burning house, and to drop the stone, right?" Qin Wushuang asked with a cold tone.
Mi Zhongye was also a tough figure. Although Qin Wushuang had suppressed his temperament, he was unwilling to admit defeat as he smiled coldly: "I only came on orders. The one who can make the decision is the First Martial Saint and the Emperor of the West Chu! Since the people of Bai Yue remains stubborn, then don’t blame others for dropping the stones!"
Qin Wushuang laughed: "Good good good, the West Chu are acting like robbers, and with reasons. You are using the First Martial Saint as an intimidation?"
"Not only the First Martial Saint, the Second Martial Saint also came to the Bai Yue. Now, he is at the Martial Saint Mountain. I believe he will be here soon!"
