"Junior Brother Zhu!"
"What are you doing?"
Bao Xin roared, his sword in hand.
Three of their group of six had been killed in an instant. His eyes were bloodshot with rage.
The others also stared at him with indignation.
"I'm the one who should be asking questions, Senior Brother Bao. We have no past grievances, no recent enmity. Why are you so determined to kill me?"
Zhu Ju held his saber, his expression grave.
"As far as I know, another senior brother from the Celestial Sword Lineage was supposed to undertake this mission. But you, Senior Brother Bao, took his place at the last minute."
"On the Flying Ship, you secretly observed my movements no less than ten times over several days."
"But I could dismiss that. I could write it off as a coincidence, or perhaps you were just concerned for my safety."
He swept his gaze over the remaining men and said slowly,
