"Lord Jian, aren't you overestimating yourself a bit?"
Time passed minute by minute, yet Lord Jian showed no intention of drawing his bow. Even the usually composed Zhou Xuan couldn't hold back any longer and urged him aloud.
Lord Jian kept his eyes closed and did not respond to Zhou Xuan's question.
The Red Coffin Lady tried to calm Zhou Xuan, saying, "Young Master, don't be impatient. Lord Jian is the foremost You Shen of Ping Shui; his skills are always exceptional. His composure surely reflects his plan. The two of us, well, let's just enjoy the show."
"Watch Lord Jian make his move."
To Zhou Xuan, Lord Jian was rather like a cat—after catching a mouse, he wouldn't rush to kill it. Instead, he'd play with it until it was utterly exhausted before landing the final blow.
