Huang Clan Father and Son

Huang Xu stared fixedly at the newcomer and asked coldly, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man steadied the conical hat on his head and said in a deep voice, "When one sees injustice on the road, one should naturally draw one's blade. Why should I tell you who I am?"

Huang Xu snorted coldly. "Sneaking about like a ghost, hiding your head and showing your tail—what are you hiding that cannot see the light of day?"

The man said, "I was resting here. How was I sneaking about? You people came crashing into me and disturbed my peace and quiet."

Huang Xu said, "I will not trade words with you. This is an internal matter of my Zhanglong Sect. Outsiders have no right to interfere, and right and wrong are not as you imagine. I advise you not to meddle recklessly."

The man sighed. "Had I not seen it, I naturally could have pretended not to. But since I have seen it, I can only step in. A senior like you bullying several junior youths is truly unbearable to watch. Let me advise you as well: release them now, and I will pretend I saw nothing. How about it?"

Huang Xu sized him up, weighing matters incessantly in his heart. The place where this man had hidden was only some ten zhang away from him. Though a waterfall lay between them, the man had concealed his aura until it was almost impossible to detect. His cultivation was likely no weaker than Huang Xu's, and even now that he stood before him, Huang Xu still found him difficult to perceive. The man was truly unfathomable. What should he do?

But releasing them was impossible. Things had already come this far—how could he let them go?

"Let me