The moment the sect elder noticed Ren Xia's abnormal reaction, her instincts flared. Without hesitation, she moved swiftly to Ren Xia's side, her expression sharp with vigilance.
In a single motion, she drew her weapon, the cold gleam of her blade reflecting the gentle light of the cherry blossoms.
She leveled the tip of the sword directly at Tian Yang, her voice filled with suspicion and authority.
"Who are you?!"
Her stance was unwavering, her aura surging as she prepared for any possible threat.
Before Tian Yang could even react, Ren Xia swiftly intervened.
She reached out and pressed her hand firmly on the sect elder's, forcing the blade to lower.
"It's okay," she said, her voice calm but still shaky. "He's nobody suspicious. Can you give us some privacy?"
The sect elder's eyes flickered with hesitation. Ren Xia's reaction had been far from normal, and now she was suddenly vouching for this stranger?
