One Sword, Peace

At this, Wang Xian slowly let out a breath. As if he'd suddenly uncovered a shocking secret, he broke into a laugh.

It was as though someone had whispered in his ear, "Don't you know? All the crows under heaven are black."

Wang Xian muttered sourly to himself, "That's true enough."

Then he looked at Tang Ruoyu and asked, word by word, "So the Tang Clan of Qingzhou intends to welsh on its debt?"

Tang Ruoyu gave a cold laugh. "Didn't you say we were all ants?"

Wang Xian shook his head. "Wrong. You're not even as good as an ant!"

Bang!

Just then, someone shoved open the gambling house's doors with a heavy bang. A gust of cold wind swept in, sharp as Sword Qi.

It rushed down the long passage and straight toward the enormous gambling table, making everyone shrink back at once.

It's freezing.

The instant the icy air came stabbing in like a sword, mist suddenly formed before Wang Xian.

A wisp of faint black fog mingled with the cold wind that had just blown in, instantly shrouding everyone nearby—including Tang Ruoyu, Tang Sanduo, and the others.

Only when a voice rang out—"Miss, who's causing trouble here?"—did the spell break.

Tang Ruoyu shuddered violently and came back to her senses. Looking at the snow-mist slowly fading before her, she frowned and snapped, "Feng—! The Tang Clan isn't so easy to bully!"

The only answer came from the Tang Clan's steward, who stared at her in confusion.

Everyone looked over and froze.

In that flash of an instant, the masked young man before them had vanished.

The gambling house's doors banged again and again as the cold wind battered them, as if warning the Peaceful Gambling House: You've provoked someone you shouldn't have...

Even Tang Ruoyu was