Xie Jiuhan raised his hand. The Sword God stopped in his tracks and his ancient sword stopped in midair. In the next second, Xie Jiuhan pulled off his coat and gently draped it over Madam Crimson Snow. Su Yu, the Sword God, and the rest revealed looks of surprise. They couldn't understand what this 'ancestor' was doing. Could it be that they were hallucinating?
Madam Crimson Snow covered her mouth and smiled lightly. "I've long heard that the Ninth Master of the Capital is suave and elegant with a dignified bearing. Seeing you today, you really live up to your reputation. I came all the way here to save you. Shouldn't the Ninth Master show some appreciation?" With that, Madam Crimson Snow stretched out a finger and scratched Xie Jiuhan's chest charmingly, like a clingy red kitten.
