The Green Dragon Crescent Blade was a legendary divine weapon.
Yang Qing had originally thought such a wondrous treasure existed only in legends.
He had never expected to see it in the hands of this utterly unremarkable burly man.
But how much did this man know about the blade's powers?
If he knew how extraordinary it was, what consequences might Yang Qing's blunt revelation bring?
At that moment, Yang Qing suddenly felt a twinge of regret.
He had spoken a little too quickly.
After all, their situation was already precarious. Stirring up trouble so directly was terribly rash.
But the man merely glanced at Yang Qing before continuing, "I asked who you are. If you still won't tell me, you'll have to find yourselves another road."
Taking another road would mean returning to the fork they had passed earlier.
By now, no one knew who might be waiting along that road for them to walk straight into the net.
They could only advance, never retreat.
"We merely happened to be passing through. Could you make an exception for us, brother?"
After all, they needed to pass through the village behind him. Without the villagers' permission, all manner of complications might arise.
Those were complications Yang Qing did not want to see.
"Happened to be passing through? Why did I hear that the Sacred Emperor recently gathered quite a few extraordinary talents to capture a criminal named Yang Qing?"
At the words "happened to," the blade-wielding man gave a cold laugh.
"Do you know where this is?" The man raised a hand and pointed around them.
"I truly don't. Please enlighten me, good sir."
After receiving Yang Qing's respectful bow, the man's attitude softened considerably. Yet he soon sneered again.
"Anywhere else, an explanation like yours might convince people eight or