Pei Ye precisely captured the man's actions, quickly assessing the situation in the field. Although he was not the same as before, how could he use his trump card first for vengeance and then for a fellow academy member? If it were purely about swordsmanship, the two of them fighting would certainly have dire consequences... Thinking of this, he quickly pressed the man's shoulder: "Brother Yan, brother Yan, there's no need for this."
Yan Feiqing calmly said, "I'll kill him."
Pei Ye placed both hands on his shoulders, trying to reason with him, while behind him, Yang Zhenbing walked over and carefully picked up the kitten on his shoulder.
Yang leaned in coldly, "It's nothing, don't be afraid. He's older by a few years, but he can't beat the two of us."
Pei Ye turned back, annoyed: "You go back first."
Yang Zhenbing turned and left with the kitten in his arms.
"Leave the cat for me!"
Yan Feiqing calmly raised his sword, "I will kill him and help you get it back."
