"Teacher?"
Upon hearing this title, Zhang Xiaoshan's brow furrowed.
He stared cautiously at the middle-aged man with the purple mask and said,
"So, are you all in cahoots?"
The man with the purple mask smiled slightly.
"Young man, you are not my match, and I don't want to make things difficult for you. This matter was my student's wrongdoing, and I apologize on her behalf. How about we just let this go?"
"Too late."
Zhang Xiaoshan wielded the Red Sky, spinning it wildly, like a drill trying to shatter the oppressive barrier of the middle-aged man and kill the red-clothed woman.
"Alas."
The middle-aged man with the purple mask sighed, then extended his large hand and grabbed the Red Sky Sword's blade.
In that instant, all flames on the Red Sky Sword vanished, the Sword Qi restrained, seemingly like an ordinary sword gripped by the middle-aged man.
