Swinging His Saber at Li Wenyu (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Hua Qianxiong glanced behind Xie An and Uncle Shui. Seeing no great mass of refugees pursuing them, he let out a breath of relief.

"Just the two of you?"

Uncle Shui stepped forward and shielded Xie An behind him. "Daoist Master Hua, you are mistaken. It is just me."

Hua Qianxiong narrowed his eyes, looking rather abrupt without eyebrows. "Calling you Uncle Shui is putting it nicely. To put it bluntly... you are merely a dog raised by Xie Zhengtang. The Xie Household is charging blindly down the road to destruction with their eyes covered. Must the dog follow them to its death as well?"

Uncle Shui removed a cloth pouch from his waist, took out a pair of hinged metal gloves, and slowly put them on. "Daoist Master Hua, you are mistaken again. My given name is Shui Bo. As for whether the Xie Household is courting death, that judgment should be left to posterity, not to a dying man like you."

With that, Uncle Shui turned to Xie An. "Mingxi, you did very well tonight. Leave what comes next to me. This is, after all, an old generation's grudge. If things go wrong later, go to the entrance of the manor and find your elder sister."

Xie An was deeply moved. "Be careful, Uncle Shui. If you cannot win, retreat."

Uncle Shui looked at Xie An and suddenly smiled.

At first, it was only a soft chuckle, but it soon turned into wild, unrestrained laughter.

"Mingxi, you do not know this, but the master and I have plotted for this day and lain dormant for a full thirteen years.

"The master has gone to the inner city to negotiate, while Daoist Master Yusu is risking her life to open the altar at the ritual platform. Everyone is fighting