Liu Jianxin wasn't afraid.
He felt unwilling, yet he had the resolve to draw his sword against stronger opponents, even if it meant being reduced to ashes.
But he knew he couldn't die. Such a death would be meaningless.
Along the way, he'd learned a bit from Wen Xishu—namely, deception. Although he was unwilling—his sword skills could hold back armies, yet in Libra's eyes, that didn't compare to a mere sentence.
Indeed, that sentence made Libra suddenly abandon the thought of killing Liu Jianxin.
Libra thought, if Wen Xishu was a tough nut to crack and he were killed, maybe he wouldn't reveal the source of his power.
Libra was curious, as other constellations couldn't resist his authority, why could Wen Xishu?
If this person knew even a hint of information, then he had value to stay alive.
"Is that so, then I'll let you live, but since you're his friend, you are an invader to this city."
"I advise you not to stir up trouble."
Libra turned and left.
