"Who's spouting nonsense?!" Kim Yeoseon suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction the voice had come from.
Song Qingshu and the others looked over as well. Once they saw what was happening, their expressions turned strange. Eastern Islanders had come too?
It was no wonder he had recognized where they came from at a glance. Their clothing and appearance were simply too distinctive, as though someone had run a lawnmower from their foreheads to the backs of their heads. The tops of their heads were completely shaved bald, with only a lock of hair in the middle tied into a topknot, while hair was left at both temples. Their hairstyles were as bizarre as could be.
Together with the little mustache beneath their noses, anyone who still could not recognize their origins had to be blind.
"What, wasn't I speaking the truth?" The man seated in the very center of the Eastern Islanders sneered repeatedly. Though their accents were somewhat strange, they were still speaking Chinese.
"Hashiba Hideshige!" Kim Yeoseon had clearly recognized him as well. "I never expected Toyotomi Hideyoshi to send only one adopted son to compete this time."
Song Qingshu did not know the name Hashiba Hideshige, but he had certainly heard of Toyotomi Hideyoshi. Thinking that he had somehow become involved in history itself and was now competing on the same stage as such a formidable figure, he could not help feeling a little moved.
"Didn't Choi Woo also send only you, his son-in-law? Surely he didn't send that good-for-nothing?" Hashiba Hideshige said disdainfully, glancing at Choi Hang.
"Who are you calling a good-for-nothing?!" Choi Hang flew into a rage. One of his trusted family retainers, eager to distinguish himself before his master, saw his anger and immediately lunged at Hashiba Hideshige, raising