Before the old couple could say anything, Yun Chujiu had already run far away.
Seeing that there was a crowded crowd in front of them, this fellow shouted in a clear voice, “Make way! Make Way! Make Way! I have a peerless sword to crush that shameless frog at the bottom of the well.”
Hearing that, the crowd made a path for this fellow. However, there was doubt in their eyes. Even Elder Duanmu’s treasured sword had been cut off by that person. What kind of treasured sword could she have?
Yun chujiu passed through the crowd and leaped onto the high platform, she said to Elder Duanmu with a look of disdain, “Elder duanmu, you are good in everything, but you are too soft-hearted. Are you afraid of striking this frog at the bottom of the well? Is that why you didn’t take out your good stuff?