"Duan Ling Tian, I’m sorry!" Fan Jian’s face started to slightly trembled and was briefly distorted slightly. In the end as if he’d made a great resolution, he gritted his teeth and apologized to Duan Ling Tian.
He had a face full of unwillingness that was without a shred of sincerity.
"Today, out of respect for Elder Lu Qiu, I can let our formed grievance be melted away like ice… But, the common saying is correct, it’s difficult to gather up spilled water!"
Duan Ling Tian looked at Fan Jian, and his gaze became slightly ice cold. "There’re some words that once spoken, you must pay the price for it!"
At practically the instant that Duan Ling Tian finished speaking, and Lu Qiu’s and Fan Jian’s face changed, Duan Ling Tian moved.
Whoosh!
The grade seven spirit sword that appeared out of thin air on Duan Ling Tian’s hand seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning that whistled as is flashed by.
At practically the exact same instant.
