Luo Qian laughed, "Old man, since you're here, no matter whether you're willing or not, you have to come with me. Young one, I advise you not to reject a toast only to drink the penalty wine!"
The Nine-tailed Fox stepped forward, standing in front of Jiang Xiaobai, and sneered, "Old man, I think you're taking yourself too seriously. Do you want me to weigh you and see what you're worth?"
With a flick of her sleeve, several shadows appeared beside her, poised and ready for battle.
The old man Luo Qian calmly untied a long sword hanging from his waist, removed the sheath, and looked at the rusty old sword in his hand with a smile, "Don't rush, don't rush, let the old man play the sword for fun and liven things up."
The Nine-tailed Fox sneered, "Play the sword for fun? It's the first time I've heard that. Old man, I think you just want to make noise. Why the fuss? Let's have a good fight!"
