Huai Ren calmly gazed at Tang Thirty-Six, but did not reply.
Tang Thirty-Six calmly looked back, also not speaking. It was clear that he wanted nothing more than for her to give an answer.
Huai Shu harshly said, "A madman like Xiao Zhang, whose hands are drenched in blood? How could we let him enter the mountain and sully this pure and holy land?"
Tang Thirty-Six wanted deeply to mention Su Li.
The number of people Su Li had killed was uncountable, his sword stained in far more blood than Xiao Zhang's spear, but did Holy Maiden Peak dare to drive him away?
_Even your Holy Maiden left with him._
Just as he was about to say these words, he took them back. These words were too ruthless, and if he didn't say them right, it would end in conflict.
