War had indeed broken out at the borderlands. Baron Rake personally left the castle with ten Black Armored Army soldiers.
Naturally, none of this had much to do with Xiao Yun. He still went to the castle to train during the day and returned at night to guide his sister Xiya in her cultivation.
"Nord, please show some respect."
One day, as Xiao Yun was leaving the castle, he suddenly heard a woman's sharp cry from nearby.
Beneath the eaves not far ahead.
A beautiful woman in a blue gown, with fair skin, shoved Nord away and tugged at her somewhat disheveled clothes.
Nord hurriedly bowed in apology. "I'm sorry, Chris. My blazing love for you made me unable to restrain myself... I truly am sorry about what happened just now. Forgive me!"
Chris's expression softened somewhat at his words. Then, in a gentle voice, she said to Nord, "Nord, I'm not like those lascivious noblewomen. Before our wedding is held, I will not have relations with you. I hope you can understand. Besides, once my father returns, we'll hold the wedding right away, so there's no need for you to be so anxious."
So this Nord had tried to throw a woman down in broad daylight. As expected of the Western world—how open.
Xiao Yun withdrew his gaze from afar, shook his head with a smile, and left the castle.
But before Xiao Yun had gone far, Nord caught up from behind.
"Hill, stop right there!" Nord's rebuke came from behind him, his voice carrying a banked-up fury. Clearly, his good deed had failed just now, and he was ready to vent all his resentment on Xiao Yun.
Xiao Yun turned to look at Nord and asked coolly, "What is it?"
Seeing Xiao Yun's calm, unruffled demeanor, Nord's face