Within moments, the atmosphere on the field grew exceptionally tense.
Even Han Shaobai, who had feigned indifference, could no longer maintain his composure. As Ji Ping approached with his sword drawn, the Peerage King's throat tightened, and his entire body went rigid.
The normally glib Jia Shijie, seeing no way out, could only steel himself and call out, "Commander Ji."
If one had to say whose territory Cangyun City was, it naturally belonged to the Ten Thousand Martial Guards. He was different from Han Shaobai. As a mere deputy general, he dared not act so brazenly before Ji Ping, a Commander.
HUM!
The Three-Foot Green Peak Sword trembled faintly again, its gleam like a shooting star that made hearts pound, and no one dared to make a move.
A moment later, Han Shaobai hurriedly explained, "Commander Ji, my deputy's joke truly went a bit too far. Please don't take offense." He then turned to his subordinate. "Jia Shijie, are you not going to apologize to the Commander?"
