"Xiang Xiu."
"Here."
"Check if there's anyone nearby. Be careful not to alert the Sword Casting Manor ahead."
"Yes."
Xiang Xiu answered, leaping away.
"Young Master Fang, there's no need to be so cautious," said Chen Jiuniang:
"The Sword Casting Manor is renowned for forging weapons, not for martial prowess. In the entire manor, only the manor master is a Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist."
"Even if they come, they're no match for us."
"Better safe than sorry," Fang Zheng shook his head:
"It's better to be cautious."
Who knows if the Sword Casting Manor has some hidden expert? What if there's a Flawless Martial Artist secretly residing, or a master happens to visit seeking a sword?
He had seen too many martial arts novels and online stories where mistakes often happened at crucial moments; he didn't want to follow in those "predecessors' " footsteps.
"Alright then!"
Chen Jiuniang shrugged:
