The two Eastern Cloud Prefecture Martial Artists hurriedly got to their feet.
Their expressions were incomparably awkward.
"Uh..."
"Young Lord Li, we were both scared stiff. Please don't take offense, don't take offense..."
See through it but don't say it; life was hard enough without tearing it apart.
Li Yun knew they were embarrassed and could not be bothered to dwell on the subject any further.
He asked directly, "What are your names, and how did you end up fighting those three Nanchi Prefecture Martial Artists?"
Upon hearing this, both men smacked their foreheads hard.
Only then did they introduce themselves.
One was named Huang An, and the other was Zhu Heng.
One was a deacon of Huang Family Fort, while the other was a deacon of Cloud Water Sect.
Neither came from any Great Sect.
However, Zhu Heng took a rust-covered iron fragment from his robes.
"Young Lord Li, I picked this thing up, but I don't know what it's for. Those three Nanchi Prefecture Martial Artists happened to see it and tried to snatch it by force..."
"Could you take a look at it?"
Zhu Heng cautiously held the iron fragment out to Li Yun.
Li Yun glanced at them. Without standing on ceremony, he took the fragment and turned it over several times.
Sure enough.
Though the fragment was covered in rust, several strange patterns could still be seen upon it. They looked somewhat like a map, except it was incomplete.
Li Yun understood.
Zhu Heng did not truly know nothing about the iron fragment. He was simply afraid Li Yun would murder him and seize it, so he deliberately found an excuse to offer it up.
"Where did you pick up this iron fragment?"
Zhu Heng froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "Young Lord Li,