Xiao Yan glanced at Huang Xiao and Yelü Mengdu, then said, "You are both experts. If you really fight, injuries will be hard to avoid. Please think this through carefully."
"Miss Xiao, injuries are nothing to martial artists," Yelü Mengdu said with a smile. "Besides, I haven't been injured in a very long time. I'd quite like to try the feeling again. I just wonder whether anyone can actually injure me."
Huang Xiao had not expected Yelü Mengdu to be so arrogant. He smiled faintly and said, "It seems you truly are the finest expert among Khitan's younger generation, Lord Yelü. Compared with you, I can only admit my inferiority. I've stumbled my way along all this time and often been injured. Still, I've always had a little luck: in the end, my opponents usually wind up hurt a little worse."
At first, Xiao Yan thought Huang Xiao was truly backing down, but when she heard the rest, a trace of a smile appeared on her face.
Killing intent flickered across Yelü Mengdu's face. As the finest expert among Khitan's younger generation, he had always stood high above the rest. Who among his peers dared provoke him? He had never expected Huang Xiao to challenge him so brazenly. He would not let Huang Xiao off lightly.
"Miss Xiao, I'm truly sorry to disrupt your Famous Painting Appreciation Gathering, but I'm only after this one fellow. I imagine it won't cause too much disruption," Yelü Mengdu said.
"Ah, why resort to fighting and killing?" Xiao Yan sighed.
"Miss Xiao, there are many times when reason gets you nowhere. Then it can only come down to whose fists are harder," Huang Xiao said.
By then, Zhao Yuankan had also walked over to Huang Xiao's side. He said nothing more about Huang Xiao's