"Senior Ye..." Ye Xixiang's voice came over. "This junior has already examined it. Xuntian City's sword formation is airtight, not something ordinary daoist cultivator disciples can breach! However, this junior has a suggestion, though I do not know whether I should voice it!"
"If you have something to say, say it. If you have a fart to let, let it!" Xue Sheng was somewhat vexed and immediately barked a curse, as though Ye Xixiang before him were not a Sword Transformation second grade sword cultivator at all!
Ye Xixiang had flown over in high spirits, but upon hearing this, he stopped short in midair. Frost spread across his face as he looked at Xue Sheng and said, "Xue Sheng, Ye respects you as Xuntian City's duty Sword Master, and as a renowned sword cultivator of the Qushan Sect. Of course, it is even more because my family head gave special instructions before I came, which is why Ye called himself a junior. Do not refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Do you believe that, before these Creation Sect disciples even draw near, Ye can kill you beneath Xuntian City right now?"
As Ye Xixiang's expression changed, Xue Sheng froze. He suddenly realized that this sword cultivator calling himself a junior was a Sword Transformation second grade expert! How could he casually berate him just because he was in a foul mood? Although Xue Sheng's face had grown a great deal of white mane after merging with a spirit beast, making his expression impossible to discern clearly, his enormous body had become so stiff that anyone could tell how embarrassed he was.
"Hehe..." Ye Gu Xing hurriedly laughed to smooth things over. "Nephew Ye, do not take offense. Sword Friend Xue sees Xuntian City surrounded and is naturally anxious!