"Well, that's true. It doesn't matter," Elder Ye conceded, choosing to ignore the brewing tension. He nodded in agreement before continuing. "Anyway, I have come to collect your lives." His words hung in the air, a chilling prelude to the battle that was about to unfold. He continues. "Therefore prepare....."
"Your insolence is repugnant," Jian Wushuang's voice sliced through the air, interrupting Elder Ye mid-sentence. His tone was as cold as a winter breeze, causing a chill to run down the spines of those who heard him.
Elder Ye, taken aback, could only stare at Jian Wushuang, his usually calm face now marred by a frown. He was trying to comprehend the audacity of the young man standing before him.