It was proof that
Le Yu had been right not to enter Duke Wanghai's residence.
A moment after Huyan Jue went inside, two middle-aged men came out. One had a grass-rope-wrapped iron sword strapped around his waist, while the other had both hands tucked into his trouser pockets. Their hair was a mess, their faces were covered in stubble, and they reeked of alcohol, belching loudly. Clearly, they had been drinking since early morning.
But the moment the Coastal Army saw them, they took a step back. With every step the two men took, the Coastal Army retreated another step, maintaining a distance of at least seven paces.
Le Yu did not move. Instead, he clasped his fists and asked, "Are you Mr. Tong and Mr. Tie? Old Captain Liu often mentions you two to me."
"Old Captain Liu?" The middle-aged man with the grass-rope-wrapped iron sword looked confused. The other smacked his lips and said, "You mean Old Liu? He borrowed money from you at Fragrant Snow Sea and never paid it back. Remember now?"
"Ah, ah, Old Liu!" The grass-rope man suddenly understood. "He's still alive?"
Le Yu said politely, "He's doing very well. You two should come to Jing Garden and spend more time with him in the future, Mr. Tong, Mr. Tie."
Le Yu had no choice but to be polite.
The two men before him were the sort who could become enraged and make blood spatter five paces.
Even the Jing family, a nouveau riche that had risen only a little over a century ago, could invite an advanced veteran martial artist like Old Captain Liu, a Pinnacle Realm expert, to guard their home. How could Duke Wanghai, whose lineage had lasted for centuries, not have several family heirlooms in his residence to suppress evil