In the rear courtyard of the marquis's residence, a sword point was held to a throat. Injury was traded for an end to violence, and droplets of blood stained the plain clothes red.
"Senior Barbarian King, let us sit down and talk." Ning Chen lowered the sword in his hand and said solemnly.
"Hmph."
The Barbarian King gave a cold snort, the aura around his fist receding as he did not strike again.
"Senior Barbarian King, this way, please."
Ning Chen waved away the Yellow Springs Restriction and spoke respectfully.
The Barbarian King walked past, the fury still difficult to conceal on his face.
In the study, the tea had just finished brewing. Ning Chen poured two cups and pushed one toward the former.
"The Marquis of Knowing Fate truly sees all things before they happen. You even had the tea prepared," the Barbarian King said with a cold sneer.
"Having received the invitation, how could Senior Barbarian King possibly not come?" Ning Chen replied calmly.
"You predicted that I would come, yet still dared greet me alone while heavily injured. Your Excellency is truly confident," the Barbarian King said with a cold laugh.
"Senior Barbarian King merely wishes to seek an explanation for A'man. How could you possibly take this junior's life?" Ning Chen replied, a weary smile appearing on his face.
"Your life is only temporarily marked down by this King. If you cannot give this King a satisfactory explanation, this matter will absolutely not end like this," the Barbarian King said coldly.
Ning Chen silently raised his teacup and took a sip. How could this matter possibly be resolved with a single explanation?
"A'man is now cultivating under a True Realm venerable in the Outer Heavens. Within a hundred years, she should be able to enter the