The winter wind was biting cold, adding an atmosphere of killing intent to the pavilion.
Swish.
Steam rose up accompanied by steaming hot tea, poured into the cup. Lin Yuan's expression remained calm as if he hadn't noticed someone approaching from behind.
Xue Ai stepped in steadily, his face as cold as a millennium-old ice, entering the pavilion with a long blade in hand.
"Who are you? Why have you intruded into the Lin family manor?" Shen Wanpo, immediately standing up, asked with a grave expression.
"Pill Master Lin!" Shen Wanpo stepped forward and reached Lin Yuan's side, his gaze fixed on Xue Ai, "This person's origins are unknown; I can't see through his background. You should leave here first."
Xue Ai slightly raised his gaze and calmly said, "You cannot block my blade. Move aside, and I may let you leave."
Shen Wanpo chuckled coldly, his voice icy, "If your blade is half as sharp as your tongue, I would admit defeat."
