Wang Jinlun sneaked another glance. This young man looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about Wang Jinlun's choice at all. Wang Jinlun's heart suddenly fluttered. He had a feeling that if he insisted on retrieving the sword, Ye Qingfeng would strike instantly, unleashing a storm of bloodshed.
"Master, I don't want our Huaxia martial artists to come into conflict again. Why don't we just give this sword to Ye Qingfeng?"
After a moment of hesitation, Wang Jinlun finally spoke.
The group of martial artists was immediately shocked. They never expected that Wang Jinlun would ultimately choose to give the Peerless Sword to Ye Qingfeng.
Yue Lingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He slapped Lin Yanran fiercely, roaring in anger: "It's all your fault, you nosy little thing!"
"If you dare to slap her, then you don't need that hand anymore." Finally, Ye Qingfeng's icy voice echoed, causing Yue Lingfeng's action to pause slightly.
