"Yo, you can play it like that too?"
The moment the people in the teahouse heard about it, someone snickered.
"Trying to curry favor with the Shu King Residence, rushing to kill their people, then seeking revenge when he lost his life—what a thick-skinned bastard..."
"Exactly. What, was he expecting them to close their eyes and let him kill them?"
"Gelaohui, if word gets out, aren't they afraid of disgracing our Sichuan martial world? The Divine Fist Society is becoming more and more pathetic..."
"With the Cheng family holding them down, when will they ever get their day?"
"Tsk, tsk. Sword Immortal Cheng hasn't shown himself for years now. I reckon those old fellows are itching to make a move, which is why they came up with this opening..."
"Hey, do you think Sword Immortal Cheng is still alive?"
"He was already famous so many years ago. He was around when I was born. I reckon he's long since gone to heaven by now, and the Cheng family is merely keeping his death secret."
"They call him a Sword Immortal. Could he really be an immortal...?"
"Ha! I don't know whether he became an immortal, but I do know a place where, once you go, you'll be as happy as an immortal!"
"Hahaha..."
Lecherous laughter immediately rang out around them.
The teahouse conversation drifted further and further off course.
In a corner, a young man with a short sword in his arms sat unkempt and disheveled, listening with great interest. When he saw them change the subject, he couldn't help muttering, "They won't talk about the important stuff, but they'll talk about women. What's the point?"
"Heh heh..."
Across from him sat a blind Old Taoist, slowly sipping from a bowl of wine. Hearing this, he flashed an equally improper