"It's rare to meet an opponent. Guan couldn't help but feel the itch to fight..."
Beneath his blue robe, Guan Yunchang rested one hand on his blade while the other instinctively reached to stroke his beard.
Only halfway through the motion did he remember that in this life, he was barely twenty. The fuzz had only just faded, and his beard was merely a dark shadow around his chin.
"Lord Guan's great name is one I, Qingzhi, have long admired."
Chen Qingzhi remained calm, as though he felt none of the pressure Guan Yunchang brought.
This renowned general from the late Han era, later revered by countless people—naturally Chen Qingzhi knew who he was.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The wind howled across the rooftop, and the air suddenly grew oppressive.
Peter could not help rubbing his arms, feeling as though winter had descended.
The two were clearly exchanging compliments. Why did it feel as if swords were about to be drawn?
Peter did not fully understand the subtleties of the Chinese language. Smiling, he tried to smooth things over. "Hey! You two, why don't we get some hot cocoa in weather this cold?"
"Barbarian."
Guan Yunchang snorted softly, his narrow phoenix eyes sweeping over him.
"...Me?"
Little Spider Peter felt a chill run through him. That red-faced young man had merely glanced at him, yet he felt as if a sharp weapon were pressed against his brow.
He had nearly lashed out.
"Peter, go back first."
Chen Qingzhi slowly stepped forward, gave Guan Yunchang a calm look, and said, "This is not a place for battle. If Lord Guan wishes to make things difficult for me, how about we fight outside the city?"
Washington was crowded with people. If they fought, it would be difficult to avoid involving others.
On the battlefield,