"This shop sells fine donkey meat, and occasionally a little horse meat." The burly man rubbed his hands. Looking every inch a butcher, he sized up the Dragon Horse, picking it apart and commenting on how fat or lean it was.
"Let's tear this place down!" the Dragon Horse roared, calling on the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon and the others to join in.
Ye Fan was speechless. The man really had no shame, provoking the Dragon Horse like that. But he was a tough customer—one glance told Ye Fan he was an expert.
The Dragon Horse held considerable sway among the twelve Saints. With a rush, the other eleven charged forward alongside it, their saintly might spreading as they prepared to strike.
"Ah, poor kids, running into such a shameless Guide Envoy."
Someone murmured nearby. Ye Fan froze, a strange look crossing his face. This was the city's Guide Envoy? Why was he acting like this?
"What? You're the Guide Envoy? You provoked us first. I'm acting in self-defense, so I'll suppress you!" the Dragon Horse declared, calling on the others to attack.
Light flashed. The Guide Envoy spread a huge hand like a palm-leaf fan, covering the sky and earth and enveloping the Dragon Horse. He raised it to strike.
"Guide Envoy, what are you doing?" Ye Fan shifted into place before the Dragon Horse and met the blow with a gleaming golden hand. Radiance erupted.
The Guide Envoy withdrew his hand and shook his head. "Trading palm strikes with you would be a terrible bargain." Without a trace of embarrassment, he calmly stepped back.
"Ah, a Guide Envoy is human too. I have to make a living," the burly man said with a weathered look, though he seemed more like an odd uncle than anything else.
"Damn you! You