"Is that Song Jian? Come in quickly!" Liu Qingyun's voice came from the mansion hall.
Song Jian's face was somber. He wiped off the blood seeping out and headed toward the mansion.
As soon as he entered the gate, Song Jian saw a man wearing an iron mask, looking at him with a mocking face. It seemed that the man who had just taught him a lesson was this man.
The man's iron mask only covered half of his face. The mask was shaped like a soaring hawk. Seeing Song Jian, he revealed a sarcastic expression, "Is this the genius who has grasped complete Sword Intent even before becoming a Swordmaster, whom my Master has taken in? To me, he's nothing special!"
"Jian Qi, say less. At his age, you were no match for him." Said a man wearing a black robe, glancing at him.
"Humph, eldest brother, why are you so eager to play the good guy? I think our little junior brother isn't so simple!" Jian Qi snorted coldly and turned his head.