When Chu Xisheng arrived beneath the locust tree, the twelve youths with longswords at their waists all turned their gazes on him in unison.
Each of those twelve gazes was razor-sharp, as though blades were slicing into him.
Chu Xisheng discovered that the strength of his Yazi Saber Intent had increased a little again.
These people harbored deep hostility toward him, provoking his saber intent and making it all the stronger.
The youth whose face was as fair as jade had a broad, full forehead and an imposing bearing. With his hands behind his back, he looked Chu Xisheng up and down with an appraising, amused gaze.
What airs he puts on, Chu Xisheng thought. He's waiting for me to speak and pay my respects first!
Chu Xisheng grew all the more certain that this group before him was behind today's plot against him through Liu Xingruo and the others.
Resting his hand on his saber, he met the fair-faced youth's gaze. "Young Master Shangguan, why not get straight to the point? What exactly do you want to discuss with me? And just how have I offended you, that you would rack your brains plotting against me?"
He was not ignorant of the wealth and power of the Inner City's Shangguan Clan, nor was he someone who knew nothing of etiquette.
But since they had already struck at him without restraint, why should he bend over backward and humble himself?
Chu Xisheng knew that no matter how politely he spoke, he could not win their goodwill, so he could not be bothered to play along.
Before he had finished speaking, the Short-Haired Youth, Shangguan Yuan, snorted angrily. "Insolence! You dare show disrespect before my lord?"
The twelve sword-bearing youths simultaneously drew their swords six inches from their scabbards with a