"Han Yan, not only have you shown me disrespect, but you also dare to maliciously defame my name. I, Tian Wenliang, will not forgive you. Even if it has to be brought to Lord Gong, I will seek justice." Tian Wenliang's guilty conscience made him defensive, and Han Yan's angry accusations only added to his unease, yet he stubbornly refused to admit it, speaking with a façade of confidence.
"You won't have that chance, because I will first bring justice for Yu Zhe." Han Yan said coldly, raising the Cold Sky Sword once more.
"Han Yan, don't think that I, Tian Wenliang, am truly afraid of you. Were it not for considering my status and fearing for your life, do you think you would have survived that sword strike just now?" Even as a Dragon Rock Master, to be so underestimated and humiliated by a junior disciple was infuriating for Tian Wenliang, who roared angrily.
Han Yan no longer wasted words with him, striking again with her sword.
