"You're late." Fang Qingze swept his horizontal dao sideways, holding it across his body with the blade aimed straight at Duan Yue.
Stepping forward step by step, he closed in on Duan Yue, whose body was trembling like a sifter in the wind. His voice was ice cold: "I said it before: when I arrived, if I didn't see you kneeling in front of my mother's gravestone, don't blame me for being impolite."
"It seems you didn't take it to heart at all, nor do you feel a shred of remorse."
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