Duan Ling Tian wanted to stop her, but he was already too late.
This little girl Xue Nai had always spoken her mind freely and would argue to the point of death.
"Little girl, watch out, misfortune comes from the mouth!" The azure clothed old man’s face sank slightly, and then he abruptly looked at Han Xue Nai with hid muddy eyes that flashed with killing intent.
"Misfortune comes from the mouth? Old goat, I’ll…" How could Han Xue Nai endure it when she heard the old man’s threats? She instantly lost her temper.
"Xue Nai!" Meanwhile, Duan Ling Tian stretched out his hand to grab Han Xue Nai’s hand, and then he lightly shook his head as he sent out a voice transmission. "There’s no need to behave badly like him… Moreover, this old fellow’s strength isn’t bad, once he enters the Sword Monarch’s Treasure and locates some treasures, we can seize it from him then."
"Killing him now isn’t worth it."