You Ming was still maintaining his composure, even though his expression had turned quite unpleasant.
You An stood guard nearby, but he dared not act rashly. He was afraid that if Wen Ran's hand slipped, he would end up losing a brother and gaining a sister instead.
You Ming's voice sounded as usual, as he forced a smile, "Holy Daughter, there shouldn't be any deep-seated hatred between us, right?"
Wen Ran didn't bother with any small talk and said directly, "Let us leave, or we'll perish together with your stamens."
As one of the Four Gentlemen of the Demon Realm, both You Ming and You An had faced threats before, but all those fools attempted to seize one of them to threaten the other. This kind of threatening method was unprecedented.
You Ming remained silent.
Wen Ran's hand holding the sword seemed to be trembling subtly, "You'd better decide quickly, I can't guarantee my hand won't shake."
