The Return Road Is Bloody

After Thirteenth Wang heard these words, he sank into thought for a moment and did not reply. He then stood up in front of Fan Xian. Slowly, he drew out the sword at his side. The current Thirteenth Wang was not the green banner carrying fortune-teller that had walked the earth to experience people's intentions. He was a swordsman who followed by Fan Xian's side and did not wish to live an independent life.

Fan Xian's expression became stern. His right hand reached behind him and pulled out the Wei Emperor's sword. The sword rippled with an autumn light as it reflected the sea close by.

Without any foreshadowing, the sword silently moved to within an arm's length of Fan Xian's body.