"It seemed that today's great battle was unavoidable!"
Yin Qingxue formed a sword seal with her fingers. Bolstered by surging True Yuan, the moonlit sword radiance trembled ceaselessly, letting out wave after wave of humming shrieks.
While the two sides exchanged words, their auras had already climbed to their limits.
Though they were still some distance apart, both sides were already at sword's point and bowstring's draw, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
The battle was on the verge of erupting!
"Eldest Miss, we are all people of the Heavenly Capital. The two of us do not wish to take things to the bitter end. If you leave now, we can pretend none of this ever happened. Given the relationship between your father and the Prefecture Lord, as long as you are willing, there will still be a place for you in the Heavenly Capital."
Yang Jianye had his powerful move poised and ready, yet he continued trying to persuade Yin Qingxue.
It was not that he truly shared deep fellowship with Yin Qingxue as fellow disciples. If Ye Tianling had not broken free, with the Prefecture Lord backing him, killing her would have been no great matter.
But now, Ye Tianling had escaped. Though the Prefecture Lord had already gone to deal with him, the outcome remained unknown.
If the Prefecture Lord changed his mind, or if Ye Tianling broke free again, then having the Eldest Miss die in his hands would surely drag him into a realm of eternal damnation.
Yang Jianye was indeed the Prefecture Lord's trusted confidant, but he also knew that one still had to make plans for oneself.
Otherwise, among the countless Heavenly Capital cultivators, it would not have been his and Wei Ze's turn to become trusted confidants.
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