"Steward Shen, there's no need to act hostile. Just say what you mean."
Shen Wang said impatiently.
Yun Conghui smiled awkwardly, "We've come to take the sinner Paper Kite back to the family."
Shen Wang thought he misheard, digging at his ear, "Steward Yun doesn't seem like someone who jokes. When did my woman become a sinner? You better explain clearly."
The young man's gaze turned cold, "You, a cripple with a damaged Dantian, who gives you the courage to speak to us this way?"
He had investigated Shen Wang before coming, and apart from being somewhat skilled in Talisman Making, with a damaged Dantian, Shen Wang posed no real threat.
A cold gleam flashed in Shen Wang's eyes. A long saber appeared, seized by him in one swift motion, slashing forward as he stepped forward.
Since these three came with ill intent, there was no need for politeness; speaking with action was much simpler.
Clang!
