The Qinglong Hall Master stared intently at An Yiqing, his heart burning with anger.
"So, Miss An, you really intend to go against the Broken Soul Gate? You must know, the Broken Soul Gate is the number one faction in Qingning City!"
An Yiqing sneered, "Broken Soul Gate? Even the Muyun Society doesn't concern me. What weight does the Broken Soul Gate carry? Qinglong Hall Master, do you know why I came here today, aside from Xia Hao?"
The Qinglong Hall Master's eyes narrowed slightly. Seeing An Yiqing's enigmatic smile, a bad thought suddenly arose in his heart.
As the Hall Master remained silent, An Yiqing took the initiative to continue the conversation.
"I came today for two reasons: first, to take Xia Hao back, and the second reason..." An Yiqing smiled faintly, her right hand touching her waist, and in the blink of an eye, a gleaming short sword appeared.
