"Third Princess, what are you...?"
Wei Jianxing keenly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere and spoke up to smooth things over, intending to ask what had happened.
When had Zhang Yuan offended Third Princess Zhao Lian?
Offending Zhao Lian was one thing, but there was a Sword Saint beside her, too. How had Zhang Yuan offended the Sword Saint? That was the question.
Before Wei Jianxing could finish his attempt to smooth things over, the instant after Zhang Yuan entered the hall, Xie Jingxin moved from her stool. The Five-Foot Steel Sword that had been on her back appeared in her hand.
Xie Jingxin appeared before Zhang Yuan in an instant and slashed at him.
The sword strike was fiercely sharp.
Zhang Yuan did nothing in the face of the strike, as though he had failed to react.
Just as blood seemed about to spill, under Wei Jianxing's and Wei Liu's terrified gazes, the Five-Foot Steel Sword in Xie Jingxin's hand stopped an inch in front of Zhang Yuan instead of cutting him down.
Clang!
The sword's ringing echoed through the hall.
Seeing that Zhang Yuan was unharmed, Wei Jianxing, Wei Liu, and the others immediately breathed sighs of relief.
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Zhang Yuan's forehead. He steadied his mind and glanced at the varied reactions of those in the hall, his relatively relaxed expression darkening.
Looking at the Five-Foot Steel Sword only an inch away, Zhang Yuan formed a Sword Finger with his hand and pushed the blade aside, meeting Xie Jingxin's utterly pure eyes, which held neither killing intent nor malice.
Hmm, this Sword Saint is a fool. No need to bother with her.
Having confirmed it with a look into her eyes, Zhang Yuan turned toward Zhao Lian behind her and