"Wujue, is there anything about this white-robed swordsman that irks you so much that you'd want to stain my hands with his blood?" Yu Jingtian's voice carried a cold, yet mysteriously playful tone, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched Bai Wujue with sharp eyes.
Bai Wujue's expression darkened as he scowled. "Brother Yuesha despises him because he holds himself above everyone else and has stripped Yuesha of the right to clan leadership.
It's infuriating, especially when someone like him, with unknown origins, can garner the immense affection of the entire clan. Hmph, it's unacceptable!"
The bitterness in Bai Wujue's voice was undisguised, and his imagination flared, picturing Xiao Ming's arrogant demeanor.
Yu Jingtian leaned back, his gaze narrowing as Bai Wujue described the swordsman.
"I'll see what I can do if I get my hands on him. You have my word." His tone was firm, promising, almost soothing in its assurance.
