"Go report this! Someone's come to challenge the school!"
"Just you wait!"
The two men turned and scrambled into the inner compound, rolling and crawling in their haste.
Dressed in a white Daoist robe and holding a sword in one hand, Lin Hui swept his gaze over the passersby before smiling and cupping his hands to them. "My apologies for disturbing everyone. The Black Dragon Gate once came to challenge Qingfeng Temple. Now that I, Lin Hui, have fortunately made some breakthroughs, I have come to return the favor. Please forgive any disturbance."
The Black Dragon Gate headquarters stood beside the main road leading to the center of town. Carriages and horses passing by slowed down, some even pulling over to the side to watch the excitement.
Other passersby watched from afar. Those who knew some of the inside story even took the initiative to share the grudge between Qingfeng Temple and the Black Dragon Gate.
Seeing Lin Hui's mild manner, the crowd immediately found a little more courage and edged closer, forming a semicircle outside the Black Dragon Gate's entrance.
"Who is it!? Who dares come to the Black Dragon Gate to challenge us!?"
A group of Black Dragon Gate disciples in black swiftly surged out through the gates.
At their head was none other than Senior Brother Wang Hongshi.
Yesterday, he had gone to Qingfeng Temple, only to find it completely deserted. There had been nothing but a toothless old man guarding the gate—not a single Clear Sword Sect disciple in sight.
After asking around, he learned that Qingfeng Temple had declared a holiday the day before, suspending operations for a period of rest and reorganization. They would likely resume in about a week.
Left with no alternative, he could only return to the gate and wait. Yet