"Offering gifts?"
The woman's eyebrows raised, and the sword in her hand smoothly unsheathed.
With a resonant sword sound, the box taken out by Xue Yuheng was sliced in half. Many rare treasures gathered from the northwest scattered, their fragrance falling.
Clang!!!
The sword, as still as autumn water, pointed directly at Xue Yuheng's forehead.
The Long Wind Tower Master said indifferently, "The gift-giving is a facade, seeking profit is your true aim."
"You take me as your stepping stone to climb higher."
In an instant, silence fell around them. The Xue Family members' expressions changed slightly, and Nan Hanwen was stunned, then said, "Tower Master, this is a day of great joy. How can you rashly resort to weapons?"
Xue Yuheng stretched out his finger against the sword, seemingly angry:
"You haven't yet wed, haven't become the Empress of Great Qin, Shuangtao."
