He raised his hand, interrupting the young woman, and said:
"The one who insulted my woman was him, not you."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Let him do it!"
What?
Make me apologize?
Rage gleamed in Yu Tiandu's eyes, and just as he was about to reprimand something.
The young woman gave him a glare to stop him.
"Esteemed sir, I am Mu Ying, a loose cultivator from Qingli Mountain in Taicang State. I studied under Broken Sword Master for three years."
"I humbly ask for your courtesy—please don't hold it against my unruly junior brother."
She thought that once she mentioned the name "Broken Sword Master."
This matter would surely settle.
Because only Nascent Soul experts were qualified to bear the title of "Master."
This man ought to understand propriety.
"Show you courtesy?"
"I don't even know you!"
Jiang Fan replied indifferently.
Though the other side spoke of asking for courtesy.
They were merely using the name of Broken Sword Master to assert dominance.
