Snow flew, and blood splattered.
Along the long street, every household had its doors and windows shut tight.
The few shops that had not closed earlier had silently pulled their doors shut at some point, terrified of becoming the unlucky fish caught in the crossfire.
"Is there any justice left? Any law at all? How dare they start fighting right out here on the long street?"
"What a spectacle! Truly, what a spectacle! How many years has it been since anyone dared kill someone in broad daylight?"
"Old woman, come take a look too. What? Your eyesight's failing?"
On a distant rooftop stood two men dressed in white robes.
One had thick brows and large eyes, with the build of a tiger and a bear. His long hair was tied into a topknot, and a bamboo hairpin was stuck through it. One end of the hairpin was sharp and slender, shaped like a tiny sword.
The man's gaze remained fixed on the slaughter in the street. When he saw Li Mu Yang, disguised as the groom Li Mu, once again blast a black-clad assassin to pieces with a single punch, he could not help roaring angrily, "A man like that is a groom? If he's a groom, then every groom under heaven ought to die of shame."
"Who said he was a groom?" the tall, lean man beside him said. His long hair was neither crowned nor bound, left to dance freely in the wind. With his wide sleeves and ethereal bearing, he looked as though he might ride the wind away at any moment.
"Were we not told that the person we were intercepting was a groom?" Baili Changhe asked, his face filled with confusion. "What household would be willing to use an expert like this as a groom?