The only thing Shan Bing didn't expect was that he himself would have such a day.
Indeed, he could try, try to draw the sword, but it's no different from a gambler, betting his life without even knowing what he's betting on.
Is this kind of thing really doable?
Does he really want to bet on this sword?
"What are you going to do?"
As Shan Bing continued to hesitate, the shadowed figure in front of him finally spoke.
"Are you going to stop me?"
Shan Bing's hand trembled ever more violently.
He didn't dare.
He couldn't.
Both his rationale and body were suppressing him, telling him that he must not make a move regardless of the circumstances.
"I..."
Behind the shield, Shan Bing finally let go of the sword's hilt.
Reason told him that he couldn't bet; if he lost, everything would be gone.
But before he could draw his sword, the shadow in front of him had already drawn his.
"Are you going to stop me? Just you?"
