At this moment, Xiao Xiao suddenly flashed forward, thrusting fiercely, the longsword aiming directly at Ah San's chest.
A sharp glint flickered in Ah San's eyes, and he swiftly placed the short sword in front of him. The collision of the two swords emitted a crisp sound.
Leveraging the force, Ah San retreated, his figure darting backward like lightning, widening the distance from Xiao Xiao.
Xiao Xiao was breathless, and her eyes still burned with anger. She tightly gripped her longsword, preparing to launch another attack.
However, Ah San said coldly, "Xiao Xiao, if you insist on this, you'll only harm Ye Qingchen. Your anger won't solve the problem; it will make things more complicated instead."
Xiao Xiao glared at Ah San, her heart filled with undying anger, but she understood that Ah San's words were not entirely unreasonable.
