Ye Huashuo lowered his gaze, staring intently at the cold, sharp tip of the blade before him, sweat dripping down his forehead, fearing it would slit his throat the very next second.
He swallowed hard, putting on a calm exterior, looking at the man standing like a king before him, though his voice revealed urgency, "Stop fighting. I have an idea that can resolve the feud between us."
Mu Qian sneered, with an air of supremacy, "What feud do I have with you?"
Ye Huashuo choked for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching, "You killed our guild's..."
"They deserved to die," Mu Qian said indifferently, "I was merely defending myself."
Ye Huashuo was at a loss for words, "..."
After a while, he found his voice again, "If I can't return this time, the Xuanxue Guild and Dunkong Sect will directly invade C City. No matter who wins or loses, both sides will suffer heavy losses. Presently, I have a plan that can alleviate these conflicts."
