Without further ado, he extended his hand, "So be it, as you wish."
The crowd scattered, watching from a distance. Such duels were all too common for cultivators, and whether there would be a risk to life was hard to predict. While no one wished for that to happen, duels have no gentle touch, who could truly guarantee safety?
Yin Qingsi was not worried; she was well aware of the sword cultivator's strength, superior to her own, but she had not yet had the chance to witness his full capabilities. Now, she couldn't understand whose victory she desired.
If the sword cultivator won decisively, the sect's reputation would be damaged, but her capture would then seem justified. However, she couldn't stand his smug, devil-may-care expression.
