"Xiongnu King... is there something you find unsatisfactory about this unworthy nominal disciple of mine?"
The newcomer was dressed like a ronin, a foxtail grass stem dangling from the corner of his mouth, his face covered in a thick beard... one hand rested inside his open robe, and he wore a smile—Master Musashi.
Attila frowned, only to discover that the other end of his whip, which had been held utterly motionless, had suddenly gone slack. He instinctively pulled it back, gave Da Zhe a long look, then made a strangling gesture at him with the whip.
Da Zhe shrugged casually.
Attila sneered, glanced at Master Musashi again, then walked straight away.
Master Musashi made no attempt whatsoever to stop Attila, the Xiongnu King... only after Attila entered the Eternal Night Palace did he approach Fish Ball Qiang. He looked at him and asked calmly, "Where's the thing I wanted?"
Fish Ball Qiang struggled to his feet, lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "Please wait a moment, Master. I'll get it for you right away."
With that, Fish Ball Qiang staggered inside.
Seeing this, Da Zhe couldn't help frowning. "He's injured this badly, and you're still making him work for you? Aren't you supposed to be his master?"
From Fish Ball Qiang's delighted cry earlier, Da Zhe had already realized that this man dressed as a ronin was the master he had spoken of.
"His master?"
Master Musashi gave Da Zhe a startled look. He seemed unconcerned by the unfamiliar face that had appeared in the square, and instead asked curiously, "Young man, have you misunderstood what passing on a master's teachings means... I only casually showed him a few basic training methods. I've never taught him the swordsmanship of any school."
Da Zhe said nothing. His gaze instinctively turned toward