Hearing his words, Feng sneered, and the more she laughed, the louder it became, until tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.
"What, do you want me to become the culprit?" she asked with a cold smile.
"Then what do you want?"
"Let's put an end to this here. Our grievances, let them be settled. I do not belong here, so I should leave," Feng said mercilessly.
"No, don't go!"
In a moment of desperation, Bailong An disregarded his demeanor and stepped forward, trying to hold Feng back.
But before he got close, he heard the sound of a blade being drawn with a clang. Feng instantly drew her waist blade, pointing it straight at his nose, saying coldly, "Get back, don't touch me!"
Such a tense scene even startled the surrounding guards, who quickly gathered around with uneasy gazes darting back and forth between the two.
"Step back, who allowed you to come up?"
