Xu Yi's actions instead left the high-cheekboned old man and the hemp-clothed middle-aged man awkwardly at a loss for words.
At heart, Xu Yi had done nothing to earn their hatred. On the contrary, he was generous and straightforward, quick and decisive, and always ready to hand out benefits. His manner was especially appealing.
If Ambassador Song hadn't personally appeared and proven that Xu Yi was a wanted criminal of the prefecture, they truly wouldn't have wanted to fight him.
"What is it? You all seem to have arrived in a menacing rush. What exactly is this about? Have I done something wrong? Just tell me plainly."
Xu Yi was fishing for information.
He was far too quick-witted to naively believe that a little fraternizing could resolve their conflict and spare them a fight. He only wanted to know who had come to kill him this time and what had happened that could turn even a die-hard fan of his, like the high-cheekboned old man, against him.
Know yourself and your enemy, and you can find the right remedy.
The high-cheekboned Daoist cupped his fists. "Please don't blame us, young friend. We didn't want to make an enemy of you, either. But you are a wanted criminal of the prefecture, and Ambassador Song has ordered us to take you into custody. We all depend on the prefecture for our livelihoods, so naturally we must obey its orders."
From that vague information, Xu Yi immediately understood that Young Master Xu was trying to kill him.
He had no grudge against Ambassador Song, and Song had no reason to travel so far and make such a huge fuss just to deal with him. Only Young Master Xu had both the influence to command Ambassador Song and an obsession with Xu Yi. After