"Yes, Pavilion Master!"
A vicious glint flashed in Elder Zhuan Yu's eyes, but he quickly looked away from Yang An. Withdrawing his killing intent as easily as he had released it, he absorbed the sword back into his body.
It seemed the elder had merely sensed Yang An's aura and made a special trip to check on him—and to teach him a little lesson.
Yang An had expected Thirty Flow to intervene. Of course, if Thirty Flow hadn't planned on stopping the elder, Yang An wouldn't have held back either.
He glanced at the Curse Seal in his hand, which marked his status as an External Affairs Elder. 'This thing is completely useless,' he thought, 'and more trouble than it's worth.'
"How goes the battle?"
Thirty Flow began to walk, taking the lead. Zhuan Yu followed close behind, and Yang An trailed a few paces after them.
Since Old Life Crane had ordered him to join the war, he figured he should at least wait for Thirty Flow to give him a proper post.
