Nangong Biyao narrowed her phoenix eyes, observing the impressive, sword-wielding young man in front of her.
"Boy, who you are, I don't care at all."
"If you wish to sound the alarm now and summon all the guards in this tower forest, be my guest."
"After all, to me, it's just that my sword will be stained with a bit more human blood."
Nangong Biyao wielded her Immortal Sword and ascended into the air, erupting with a powerful, immortal sword intent condensed over two lifetimes.
"Madam Nangong, you've misunderstood. I came to reason with you."
Facing the powerful protagonist's mother, Jiang Yuan, the eldest disciple of Dragon Head Peak, remained calm, without any intention of drawing his sword.
"Oh?"
Nangong Biyao was slightly taken aback, a trace of puzzlement flashing through her beautiful eyes: "I have been in seclusion for many years. You seem only a bit older than my child. How do you know my name?"
