Master Bai coldly put away his long sword, gave a cold snort, and said, "No matter how many petty villains there are, before the sword technique of the Snow Mountain Sect, they are nothing more than pathetic paper tigers. Back in the day, the founder of our Snow Mountain Sect struck terror into the western frontiers and established the reputation of our sect. The prestige of the Snow Mountain Sect must never be ruined in my hands!"
Shi Potian smiled and said, "Indeed, Master Bai, that's what I think too. If someone were to easily defeat you, you wouldn't be able to save face."
Bai Wanjian felt a pang of awkwardness in his heart. He understood this son-in-law of his well; sometimes the things he said weren't necessarily meant to mock him, but were perhaps meant quite literally.
Chapter 89