Zhao Sheng tensed his muscles, forcibly closed the wound to stop the flow of fresh blood, and then cupped his hands in a salute, though his tone was very indifferent, "The junior, Yang Qing, has seen the two seniors from the Sky-splitting Sword Dao. May I ask in what way has this junior offended the senior? Why did you attempt to kill me upon first sight?"
Even though he knew that he was no match for either person before him, he could not let his momentum falter.
The fat old man was startled upon hearing this, "Offended?
"Ah, not at all! It's just your bad luck that you happened to stumble upon the Ten Thousand Sword Formation as soon as you came out."
Watching the other person's face that read "you're really unlucky," Zhao Sheng's heart fire surged, and he said sarcastically, "Should I apologize to the senior, then?"
"No need for apologies. Just be more careful in the future," the fat old man said with great magnanimity.
"So it's my fault!" Zhao Sheng was instantly speechless.
