The Sword Master spoke righteously and sternly, silencing the man with no chance to retort.
He then turned to Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, and, bowing slightly, said:
"Both of you have been startled, today's incident is due to the lax control of our Seven Extremes Hall, please do not take it to heart."
"Certainly not."
Neither Su Mo nor Yang Xiaoyun felt it appropriate to continue sitting there, to avoid seeming arrogant, and promptly stood up, returning the gesture with a bow.
However, they saw the Sword Master's eyes darting about, suddenly fixating on the sword box beside Su Mo.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes:
"Hmm? What is this object? Why is it in your possession?"
Su Mo raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you implying, Sword Master?"
"What am I implying? You know perfectly well!"
The Sword Master suddenly switched his earlier demeanor, becoming aggressively confrontational, his sharpness fully revealed: