Li Guanqi kept his guard up. He didn’t know whether He Yuning had truly come out of concern—they were strangers who’d only met once, and He Yuning was risking the ire of Heavenly Cloud City’s entire black-armored guard corps. The trade-off seemed poor.0

Guo Xuelin frowned. He eyed Li Guanqi and his lightning sword sheath, then glanced at the other two guards. “We can sit down to talk, but Young Sect Master, have him put away his sword sheath first.”0

Guo Xuelin, hailing from the Great Profound Sword Sect, couldn’t say no to the young sect master. The other two had no objections either. They...0