"Fine, since that's the case, I won't hold you up chasing those Evil Cultivators. We still have things to do, so we'll be taking our leave."
Xie Yanyan gave a slight cupped-fist salute and was about to leave, but how could Waxman Zhang let them go so easily? He barked at once, "No one moves! We now suspect that gang of Evil Cultivators is connected to you. I must ask the three of you to stay and cooperate with our investigation."
"You say there's a connection, so there is one?" The Broken Blade Guest's left hand slid to the sheath at his waist; he couldn't help firing back.
"Yes. If I say there is, then there is. If I say you're rogue bandits, then that's what you are. Even if I slaughter all of you here today, it's still reasonable and lawful." Waxman Zhang narrowed his eyes, an oppressive aura pouring off him from head to toe.
