"Xiu'er, are you very afraid of me?"
Seeing Han Xiuxiu's delicate body trembling, Chen Changming smiled faintly.
In the cultivation world, strength reigned supreme, and the law of the jungle—where the weak were prey to the strong—was upheld. If he were still merely a Golden Core cultivator, how could Han Xiuxiu possibly fear him so much?
"Don't... kill us."
Han Xiuxiu raised her head, looking at Chen Changming with a pair of large, watery eyes, pitiful and helpless.
She did not reveal her grandfather's identity, nor did she mention that the Green Lotus Sword Immortal was the Sword Heavenly Venerable's disciple. She knew very well that Chen Changming was no simple figure; he had already made her misjudge him several times.
She was also afraid that if she tried to threaten him with her background and lineage, she might instead stir up his murderous nature and cause him to kill both her and the Green Lotus Sword Immortal.
She did not want to die.
So, she wanted to win Chen Changming's sympathy by playing the victim.
Just then.
The Green Lotus Sword Immortal slowly came to.
He had happened to hear Han Xiuxiu's words.
Without even wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he craned his neck and sneered at Chen Changming. "Chen, do you know who my master is?"
"Who?"
Seeing that the Green Lotus Sword Immortal still refused to submit and even dared to use his master to threaten him, Chen Changming suddenly wanted to slap him to death.
But he held back.
The Green Lotus Sword Immortal had harmed him too deeply. Someone like this could not be allowed to die so easily.
"My master is the Sword Heavenly Venerable, one of the Immortal Alliance's Ten Great Heavenly Venerables!"
The Green Lotus Sword Immortal spoke