This time, Wang Xian did not fall for it.
He had begun hiding his sword in Azure Dragon Town, and even after coming to Sunset City, he still would not draw it.
Or rather, he had yet to meet anyone worthy of making him draw his sword. Even Ye Hongxiu, who had nearly tricked him, had not made Wang Xian draw his sword...
He had merely patted his butt and left.
After all, the Du Residence had already been auctioned off. The only reason he changed the plaque on its gate to "Forgetting River" was to disgust Xuanyuan Que.
Seeing Li Xiangxiang's pretty face flush red from his words, her hand seemingly about to draw her sword and fight him to the death, Wang Xian could not help shaking his head.
He replied coldly, "The bandits and assassins I've encountered always draw their swords to kill at the slightest disagreement. I never thought you would be the same. Sorry, I'm not in the mood today. I don't want to fight."
Clang!
For no apparent reason, a crisp sword cry rang out from the pavilion!
Before Wang Xian could react, a spirit sword radiating a biting chill and gleaming silver all over was already pressed against his neck.
With a flick of Li Xiangxiang's wrist, she could slit his throat in an instant.
At that moment, the clouds in the sky rippled like water. A gauzy mist gradually spread through the garden, and the last trace of daylight vanished from the sky. The moon had yet to rise; this was the darkest moment between heaven and earth.
Night fell, as though death were drawing near.
"Draw your sword!!!"
Li Xiangxiang shouted coldly, her voice carrying an unquestionable authority. "Stop putting on that deep, inscrutable act in front of me. It's useless!"