Liang Zhi and Wang Xiang soon brought the bruised and battered Li Shaoyun into the courtyard, where they found Xie An practicing martial arts.
Li Shaoyun had been muddling along here for a full six months, and had finally seen this newly appointed steward for the second time. Though resentment stirred faintly in his heart, it was drowned out by terror and fear. He immediately bowed obsequiously. "Second Steward, I..."
Smack.
Seeing Xie An focused on practicing his saber, utterly ignoring Li Shaoyun, Wang Xiang suddenly kicked the back of Li Shaoyun's knee. "Stealing martial arts is a grave taboo, and you still have the face to stand and speak to the Second Steward? Kneel!"
Li Shaoyun saw Xie An's saber technique sweep forth with the force of a tiger and the might of a storm. Terrified, he hurriedly dropped to his knees. "Second Steward, I'm sorry. I know I've committed a terrible mistake. Please, Second Steward, show mercy!"
Xie An did not answer and continued practicing the Fuyang Saber Technique.
The howling saber wind swept in all directions, sending waves of fallen leaves flying from the ground and making Li Shaoyun's body hair stand on end. He vaguely felt that this masked steward was cold and savage, his might unstoppable. At any moment, he might cut Li Shaoyun down with a single stroke.
It was not only Li Shaoyun. Even Wang Xiang and Liang Zhi, the two men beside him who had practiced martial arts, were deeply shaken by Xie An's ferocious saber technique.
The cold, powerful saber wind pressed against their faces, making them feel as though they were standing before the gates of hell.
After completing the entire set of the Fuyang Saber Technique, Xie An suddenly brought his saber down onto the ground as he sheathed