Chapter 5126 — The Snow Sword Sect's Backing
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"What won't be possible?" Bing Wushuang knitted his brows slightly. On the matter of Leng Leng he held no clear position of his own; he was simply carrying out orders. So long as she was escorted back to the太古小江湖, whatever became of her afterward was none of his concern.
"She has already completely betrayed the sect. Unless we use force, I as her senior fellow disciple simply cannot command her." Xue Jianming gave a bitter smile, then added, "Even if it were your order, Junior Uncle Bing, I doubt she would listen."
"Is that so?" Bing Wushuang's aura was already cold beyond measure; now the temperature plunged further still, so much so that even Xue Jianming unconsciously hugged his arms.
"Seeing is believing. Whatever this disciple says here is wasted breath. Better that you go in person, Junior Uncle Bing—one look and you will know whether it is true or false." Xue Jianming's tone was earnest, and he seemed fair and objective, wholly free of any intent to stir up trouble with fabrications.
Bing Wushuang glanced at him. He held no clear position, true—but if Leng Leng truly dared defy his orders, then she was unquestionably his enemy. Toward sect traitors, his principle had always been: kill without mercy!
"Fine. Lead the way." Bing Wushuang's eyes narrowed to thin slits.
"Yes. Junior Uncle Bing, please follow me." Xue Jianming nodded again and again, secretly delighted. He knew well that Wei Zhao's wild, unyielding nature would never let him hand Leng Leng over to the Snow Sword Sect so easily, and that a man like Bing Wushuang might well strike on the spot the moment words failed. This was a genuine early-Golden Core expert—before him, what was Wei Zhao but a fart?
Led by Xue Jianming, Bing Wushuang soon arrived at the small island allotted to the North Island Cangwu Sect. At that moment Xin Yi'an was personally instructing a few prospective disciples in the entry-level mental method; he looked up and saw Bing Wushuang bearing down on him wrapped in an aura of ice, and his brows knitted at once.
"Bing Wushuang? What are you doing here?" Xin Yi'an was briefly taken aback. The circles of the太古小江湖 were nowhere near as vast as those of Yunjie Island; the North Island Cangwu Sect and the Snow Sword Sect were both among the ten minor sects and clans, and there was no small amount of contact and exchange between them on all fronts. He and Bing Wushuang were both early-Golden Core experts as well, so naturally they had met several times.
"Hand over Leng Leng." Bing Wushuang had not the slightest intention of exchanging pleasantries; he came straight to the demand.
"What is the meaning of this? Coming to my door to demand people—Bing Wushuang, aren't you rather too full of yourself?" Xin Yi'an's face darkened. They were both early-Golden Core, true, but his seniority far exceeded Bing Wushuang's, and besides, he was the junior uncle in charge of this mundane-world training expedition. By any measure, Bing Wushuang had no grounds to ignore him.
"Hand over Leng Leng." Bing Wushuang repeated himself, watching Xin Yi'an with that flat expression, his attitude hard beyond all reason. Off to the side, Xue Jianming watched the scene unfold with secret glee. This Bing Wushuang was no ally of his, but to see that old bastard Xin Yi'an put in his place—now that was truly a pleasure.
"Listen carefully, Bing Wushuang. I don't care how you got here. This mundane-world training expedition is under my sole command and responsibility. If you want to make trouble, so be it—so long as you can bear the wrath of the entire Primordial Alliance." Xin Yi'an suppressed his anger as he spoke. At any other time he might not have been willing to clash face-to-face with a heaven-favored prodigy like Bing Wushuang, but he was the one in charge of this training expedition. If he let Bing Wushuang do as he pleased, then he might as well stop being the junior uncle in charge—it would be a disgrace. (To be continued.)