Lu Zhan paused. He glanced back at the young woman behind him, his thin lips pressing into a line. When his gaze fell on Xuanyuan Jing, it turned glacial. "Commandery Princess, are you certain you want to cause a scene in front of my Duke Dingguo Mansion?" With that, he drew the sword from Chen Jiu's waist.
SHIING!
Xuanyuan Jing, who had been about to charge forward, froze at the sight of the sword tip aimed at her. Heart pounding, she stared at the man opposite her, his face a mask of frost.
"You—you dare point a sword at me?" Xuanyuan Jing was both shocked and furious.
"And what of it? If you dare take another step, this sword in my hand might just slip and plunge right into a vital spot," Lu Zhan said slowly and deliberately, but his icy tone made it clear he wasn't joking.
A look of terror on her face, Xuanyuan Jing stumbled back two steps.
