Draw the Sword
Chapter 4

The wolf trod on its dewlap, then stumbled over its tail

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A man with a high nose, deep-set blue eyes, and a face that looked carved by a blade, exceedingly handsome and tall and straight of build, was walking down the street accompanied by two women from foreign lands.

The tall man was very young and powerfully built, with a saber and a sword strapped to his back. A wild, fierce presence poured from him, like that of a savage wolf.

The two foreign women each wore a curved saber at her waist. Their clothes were luxurious, their figures tall and slender, and they were as lithe and vigorous as she-leopards. Although thin veils covered their faces, concealing their full features, the eyes they revealed shimmered with extraordinary brilliance and spirit. In all likelihood, both were beauties.

Suddenly, someone with a slight foreign accent cried out in surprise, "Turkic Gan Luoyi! Why have you appeared here?"

The tall man, the tall man raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "So it's Fuli Fa. I'm escorting Princess Ayi on her diplomatic mission to the Central Plains." He spread his hands loosely, gesturing toward the two women beside him, and introduced them. "These two beauties of the Western Regions are disciples of Shafeina, the Holy Mother of the Eternal Life Holy Church, the largest faith on the great grasslands. The one in purple is named Huo Qingge, and the one in multicolored clothes is Xiao Yiguli. Their martial skills are formidable, and their two curved sabers are renowned across the great grasslands, surpassing many male experts. They rank alongside Wu Hook Frost Snow and Chess Sword Linglong of the Central Plains, and both have a chance of advancing to the Innate realm before thirty." The man he called Fuli Fa looked startled. He first saluted the two women, then tugged at the tall man and said, "A word in private."

Qian Luoyi agreed and walked aside with him. Fuli Fa said quietly, "I don't believe Princess Ayi could enlist someone as proud and untamable as you."

"We Xianbei are about to form an alliance with the Central Plains. If the Turks are planning any major moves, I hope you'll give me advance warning, Brother Qian Luoyi, for the sake of our having hunted White Camel together."

Sorrow suddenly appeared on Qian Luoyi's face. He said evenly, "I haven't come to the Central Plains out of public duty to my homeland. I'm here on a private matter."

"I had a beloved who came from a major sect in the Central Plains. Our love had already reached the point of pledging ourselves to each other for life, but because the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands and the Central Plains were enemies, we had no choice but to part."

"All I wanted was to wish her peace and safety, a life free from disaster and hardship, living to a hundred with children and grandchildren gathered around her knees. I never imagined that a rapist calling himself White Chrysanthemum would run rampant across several provinces, not only defiling more than a dozen women from distinguished families and killing and wounding many innocents, but torturing my beloved to death as well. This hatred, this vengeance, is carved into my bones day and night. I, Qian Luoyi, will kill him by the cruelest means to console her spirit."

Infected by Qian Luoyi's sorrow, Fuli Fa was so distressed that he could not speak for a long while. At last, he sighed and said, "I've heard about this too. Experts from all over the Central Plains are also seeking to kill this villain. You must act cautiously and avoid clashing with the martial world of the Central Plains."

Qian Luoyi gave a cold laugh. "When have I, Qian Luoyi, ever feared anyone in anything I've done?"

"White Chrysanthemum will die by my hand!"

"If anyone contends with me, I'm not afraid to let them learn what the New Generation Wolf God of the Turks is."

Fuli Fa shook his head and resolved not to try persuading his good friend again. He knew how deeply the other man grieved now, and how furious he was.

The Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands had once held a martial tournament and selected thirty-six Divine Generals. This good friend of his had ranked first and was also the only person under twenty-five on the great grasslands in the Innate realm. No one could stop his fury!

... Qian Luoyi: My original character concept was Sun Mingke's greatest lifelong nemesis...

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