"Second Senior Brother!" Feng Guang sensed that Wan Ge was contemplating suicide again, and she hurriedly cried out, "No!"
Qi Chang'an had already grabbed her hand and lifted her Hanji sword. The scabbard of the Hanji sword was flung out, hitting the acupoint on Wan Ge's shoulder. The scabbard flew back and automatically slipped into the sword.
Feng Guang blinked. This series of fluid movements had only happened in an instant, and she hadn't had time to get used to it yet.
Qi Chang'an found her dazed look quite adorable, so he couldn't help but chuckle and pat her head as if petting a cat. "Don't worry, I'm here. He won't die."
“Oh…” Feng Guang didn’t know what to say, so he could only utter this simple syllable.
Qi Chang'an smiled again. This time, he finally released her hand temporarily and then walked slowly to Wan Ge. Wan Ge had been acupunctured and could not move. Except for her eyes, she could still move and speak. If she wanted to commit suicide again, it would be difficult.
“Young Master Wan Ge, life is precious. If you die like this, many people will grieve for you.” When Qi Chang’an walked up to Wan Ge, a hairpin was slightly visible in his hand, out of Wan Ge’s sight.
Wan Ge's pupils contracted, and his expression changed.
Qi Chang'an smiled again, "When I was lurking in the Hidden Military Office, I went to many places and met many people. Young Master Wan Ge, I know you are a good person. If you really have any difficulties, why not tell us now? Perhaps we will have a chance to help you."
This was a highly suggestive remark for Wan Ge.
Wan Ge's eyes flickered, and he moved his lips, but seemed to have some concerns, and ultimately dared not make a sound.
"There is only one chance. If we miss this opportunity, Young Master Wan will truly bear the infamy of a traitor, and the good reputation that Wan Pavilion has built up in the past will be... destroyed in an instant." Qi Chang'an's hand slowly clenched, and the hairpin in his hand slowly turned into dust and disappeared into the air.
Wan Ge's face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively cried out, "No!"
"Oh?" Qi Chang'an's lips curled into a smile. "What is it that Young Master Wan Ge wants to say?"
Wanxuan spoke gently from the side: "Second Junior Brother, you might as well think carefully before you speak."
“Indeed, we need to consider this carefully, but I don’t think our fellow martial artists have that much patience.” Qi Chang’an glanced at the sky outside the window. “Once the moon sets, we’ll act according to the rules. Those who deserve to pay with their lives will be taken.”
Wan Ge's face turned even paler. Without thinking, he said, "Someone threatened me! I had no choice but to attack my third junior brother!"
Xia Chao hurriedly asked, "Who threatened you?"
"Yes..." Wan Ge's hesitant gaze finally fell on Wan Xuan. He hesitated for a long time before softly saying, "Yes, Senior Brother..."
Surprisingly, it wasn't Xia Chao who first objected, but Feng Guang, exclaiming, "That's impossible!"
She had considered that anyone present could be a threat to Wan Pavilion from behind, except for her own family. Feng Guang wouldn't say she knew Wan Xuan intimately, but she wasn't unfamiliar with him either. Wan Xuan was quiet by nature and always lived alone in a secluded courtyard. He didn't make enemies or fight with anyone. His only interest was growing flowers. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was isolated from the world.
How could someone like that be an undercover agent for the underworld?
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