Drawing Out the Threads [Two-in-One]

"You—you dare?" His old rival looked at Zhao Feng as if he were a lunatic. The muscles beside his nostrils twitched, and his eyes were as fierce as a beast's, as though he wanted to devour him alive. "Zhao, you'll pay for today's humiliation with your life!"

Wu Xian listened from inside the tent, his heart pounding.

"Take my life? You, you old bastard?" Zhao Feng had had a rough few years, and this old bastard standing before him was responsible for a good part of it. Every few days, the man would make some snide remark at him. The fact that Zhao Feng hadn't snapped back didn't mean he hadn't understood. He'd been bottling up his fury for ages, and now he let it all out. "I'm doing your son the honor of taking a liking to him. Otherwise, with that squash-shaped old face of yours, even if you married a celestial beauty, your good-for-nothing son could throw himself at my Zhao family's feet and still never find the front door!"

Wu Xian: "!!!"

His old rival had completely lost it!!!

He reached to his waist and drew his sharp sword with a swish.

In grief and outrage, he cried, "Zhao, you bastard—"

Before he could strike, Wu Xian flung open the tent flap. A rare fury simmered on his face as he barked, "What are you doing? Planning to fight to the death right outside the main tent? Do you have any regard for me, your lord?"

Zhao Feng and his old rival saluted in unison.

They spoke at the same time. "This subordinate would never dare."

Wu Xian's anger had yet to fade, and a vein throbbed on his forehead. His fury sharpened his words more than usual. "Would never dare? You two say you wouldn't dare