"Clang, clang, clang..."
With a series of metallic clangs, Yun Yan drew his saber and laid it across Zhao Qian's shoulder.
The blade turned against Zheng Qian's neck, drawing blood.
A pair of knife-sharp eyes fixed on Zheng Qian as chilling murderous intent surged out.
"Small fry, if you don't behave, this blade is coming down."
"No, no, no... Immortal Lord... please calm your anger, my lord."
Zheng Qian's chest abruptly tightened.
He could barely get his words out.
"You really don't know?"
Chen Dong, who had remained silent all this time, looked at Zheng Qian's bleeding mouth and frightened eyes. His cool voice carried a kindly reminder.
"This is your last chance, you know?"
"My lord, I truly don't know where Lin Shisan is."
"He left five or six months ago. We lost touch long ago."
Zheng Qian summoned his courage. "My lord, may I ask whether you have some irreconcilable grudge against Lin Shisan? However great your grievances, he isn't even in the Azure Cloud Mountains anymore. What is there you can't let go of? Knots of enmity should be untied, not tightened. Why not let it go?"
"You..."
Not only Yun Yan but even Chen Dong was utterly astonished.
Was this brat truly unafraid of death, or had terror muddled his head?
With a blade already at his neck, he was actually thinking about resolving their grievances?
How could the murder of a younger brother be resolved?
"Let's forget it."
Chen Dong spoke indifferently.
He turned away coldly, clasping his hands behind his back.
His tone was perfectly calm, as though he were remarking on the fine weather.
"Yes, Senior Brother Chen."
"Wait... wait... wait..."
Zheng Qian hurriedly raised both hands to stop them. "Please calm down, my lords. I truly don't know who this Lin Shisan