"Senior Brother—" Wen Ruo Ruo was still trying to put in a few words for her friend, 'Yan Xiangma,' whom she believed him to be.
"Weakweak, I know he saved you, and that you've always felt favorably toward him because of it—but when it comes to matters of right and wrong, I hope you can stay clear-headed and not be bewitched by an evil dragon—" Wu Shanji cut Wen Ruo Ruo off, his eyes cold. "Besides, even if he really is Yan Xiangma, judging from the way he always wipes out everyone whenever he makes a move—is he really some kindhearted, righteous man?"
"Besides, are you willing to make an enemy of the entire Changbai Sword Sect for someone you've known for less than a month? We may have come from Starry Sky Academy, but we came to the Kunlun Ruins to slay dragons. What if we fail to kill the evil dragon, only to be slaughtered by the people of the world because of our connection to it—"
"Senior Brother, I think we should let Young Master Xiangma explain himself—"
Wu Shanji let out a cold laugh. "Let him explain himself? Of course he won't admit it."
"Even if Young Master Xiangma refuses to admit it, compared to those swordsmen from the Changbai Sword Sect, I'm more willing to believe in Young Master Xiangma's character. Think about it—after these several encounters, have those people done any shortage of disgusting things? And those three Changbai swordsmen I begged you to let go last time—how did they treat us? Not only did they fail to remember our kindness, they instead led a large number of Changbai swordsmen to the Kunlun Ruins to hunt us down, wanting to wipe us out completely. How much credibility can the words of such ungrateful, treacherous