h.e.l.lo, Ladies and Gentlemen. My Surname is w.a.n.g.

　　"After them! They won't get away!" A man with a large broadsword belted to those behind him, in a fl.u.s.tered and exasperated tone. His friends were equally on fire.

　　Everyone from the Central Plain but the three conspirators framing Night Fortress' master put up a united front against the three groups.

　　"You have no shame!"

　　"Exactly! We were supposed to show our friends.h.i.+p to Master Ming today. What if he misunderstands our kind intentions now?"

　　"Given Tea Lake Manor's influence and wealth, maybe they're planning a coup to overthrow Night Fortress!"

　　"Let's teach the ignorant fools a lesson with our blades!"

　　The sky was seemingly painted with scarlet dots as the fight ensued. Howbeit, it wasn't violent enough. There was shouting and burning urges to fight, but there was no stench of blood or sharp objects capable of puncturing a heart.

　　"They ran into the alley! After them!"

　　Patriarch Chen, patriarch of Big Broadsword Clan, suddenly stopped and widened his eyes at the sight of a child bolting out from the alley from an angle: "Where did the kid come from?"

　　The patriarch stopped, and let his brothers go ahead, while he went to the child: "Come here! I'll take you home. It's dangerous to be on the streets right now."

　　The kid somehow ran faster and faster, forcing the patriarch to sprint full-pelt to catch the kid. When he caught the kid, he noticed himself panting. As a result, he suspected his martial prowess was regressing.