In the dead of night, Huangshan Sword Sect's Laojiu and Laoba stood opposite each other.
As the most outstanding young disciples beyond the Huangshan Six Swords, both young men impressed with their proud and lofty demeanor, epitomizing the dashing figure of a swordsman.
Yet at this moment, these two scions of the Huangshan Sword Sect, Laoba and Laojiu, were both shedding tears, their faces twisted in unbearable agony.
Especially Laoba, whose complexion faintly showed hints of greenness.
Laojiu, looking at the sword wound on his thigh, had pain in his eyes and spoke in a tone laced with rebuke, "If you hadn't secretly longed for other men behind my back, you wouldn't have landed in such a disaster."
Laoba quickly responded, "My good Junior Brother, it's all my fault, being bewitched and thus afflicted by this wound. You must save me."
