The young girl looked at Wang Anfeng, a trace of apprehension flickering in her heart.
But Wang Anfeng paid no heed to these things.
All he knew was that the person before him, who had climbed through the window wielding a weapon, must harbor ill intentions. His longsword, initially meant to be retracted, was now lifted instead, its momentum building as the Sword Qi flickered uncertainly along the sword's edge, ready to cleave diagonally.
The girl sensed an underlying hostility, a stabbing pain forming between her brows. She raised her longsword and said,
"Do not misunderstand,"
"I have come to you with urgent matters to discuss..."
Wang Anfeng grasped his longsword tight, preventing the Vigorous Qi from leaking out, his expression slightly cold. Without making a move, nor sheathing his sword, he simply said,
"Please speak."