On the surface, Fairy Yang Tong's move seemed rather rash and impatient, but in truth, she had her own reasoning.
She was afraid Lin Xuan and Fairy Bingpo would truly reach an agreement. If the two of them shook hands and made peace, her own situation would become dangerous and awkward.
There would be no need for that mysterious cultivator surnamed Lin to act; Fairy Bingpo alone was someone she absolutely could not defeat.
Fairy Yang Tong naturally did not want to fall, but in that situation just now, she had been powerless to stop anything.
Seeing the two of them talk for a while, only for the final outcome to be a parting on bad terms, Fairy Yang Tong was delighted to the extreme. She feared the situation might change, and that was why she rushed to strike first.
Her purpose was very simple: to give the two of them no chance to talk.
For this attack, she could be said to have exhausted all her strength. That resplendent Sword Qi was dazzling in momentum to the extreme, sweeping out in a flourish as it hurtled horizontally toward the other party.
Lin Xuan sighed.
With his intelligence, how could he not understand what scheme Fairy Yang Tong had in mind?
But since Fairy Bingpo did not intend to speak, then making a move had become the final choice.
Although Lin Xuan was unwilling to completely tear all pretense of cordiality with the other party, since matters had reached this point, there was no need to hesitate here.
When a decision should be made but was not, one would suffer its disorder instead.
Lin Xuan was a very decisive cultivator by nature, so naturally he would not make such a mistake.
Seeing Fairy Yang Tong make her move, Lin Xuan