{He doesn't want to fight San Lang. Not in the least. His "weapon" isn't even raised - it's just there to make a point. He will interfere and find a way to disarm the other man safely. They both know he isn't above or beneath harming himself in the process. But Hua Cheng will not bear a single wound. Not even the slightest nick.

Wincing as the tavern crumbles more, he approaches his dear one, gazing at him appealingly.}

None of our lives are worth very much - except to those who love us.

{He throws the piece of wood down and dusts his hands off.}

I'm a hypocrite, I know. If someone threw you down, I would scare the soul out of them too.

{The tavern owner cries out and falls to his knees, bowing to both of them.}

Please! Don't destroy everything! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

{Xie Lian cocks his head, barely giving the man a glance.}

You do not know who frequents your establishment. Be kind.