Moreover, considering Wanyan Zuoquan's demeanor toward that mysterious white-haired man, Wanyan Heng felt somewhat unsure how to deal with the person from the Sword Sect who had appeared at Jinzu Court. Leaning close to Wanyan Xing's ear, he whispered, "Elder brother, let's not stir up trouble. This place is not like the Western Wasteland; we should leave."
Xiao Ruoching, however, raised her hand, pointing a sword at Wanyan Xing's throat, her brows tightly knit. In a cold voice, she said, "That person from the Sword Sect—is it someone with silver hair, accompanied by a white-haired man?"
Wanyan Xing, with a sword thus pointed at him by Xiao Ruoching, immediately scowled. He pushed Wanyan Heng aside, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a low voice, "Woman, you dare point a sword at me? It has been many years since anyone has dared to do such a thing to me."
