"Younger Brother Bai, may I ask why you called us here today?" A tall, slender old man with a gaunt face stood beside He Heng. His expression seemed stern, but his gaze was gentle, and he looked somewhat puzzled.
Beside him stood another man, neither particularly tall nor short. His features were plain and placid, and his face was utterly expressionless. He stood with a sword in hand.
These were the two men Li Yuhan had invited: Huang Luzhi and his companion.
Yesterday, He Heng had snapped six swords between two fingers and shattered the Invincible Under Heaven sword formation. Li Guanyu had hailed his martial arts as Number One Under Heaven, and his feat had won over Huang Luzhi and the other five. At the very least, they had once called He Heng "young friend," but now they addressed him as "younger brother."
His seniority had risen by a whole generation...
He Heng could only laugh to himself. He glanced at Huang Luzhi, his gaze mild, and said, "Actually, it's nothing major. I just wanted to ask your friend for a favor, Elder Huang."
As he spoke, He Heng pointed at the black-clad swordsman, whose face was devoid of expression.
Huang Luzhi's expression changed at once. Somewhat startled, he asked, "Younger Brother Bai, you don't know my friend, do you? Why would you ask him to help you?"
The black-clad swordsman also looked at He Heng with suspicion.
"Because he's the only one who can help me with this." He Heng's gaze was like a blade as he looked at the two men. "And who says I don't know him? Who hasn't heard of the infamous Xiong Niangzi?"
At those words, Huang Luzhi and the black-clad swordsman went pale. They stared at He Heng in shock. Huang Luzhi stammered,