Noticing his aggressively predatory gaze, Madam Zhen's heart skipped a beat. "Senior?" Had she just escaped the wolf's den only to fall into a tiger's jaws? Having just witnessed him single-handedly massacre the Mongol delegation, she did not believe she could resist him.
Song Qingshu suddenly frowned and whirled around to look beside him. Soon, a group gradually emerged from the street corner. The leader wore a cloak, his features entirely obscured, but this distinctive attire and martial arts style clearly belonged to Hushan, the Old Man of the Mountain.
"Senior, be careful. He is Hushan, the King of Assassins from Persia. Who knew how many masters from the Western Regions had died at his hands?" Madam Zhen hurriedly warned Song Qingshu. She wanted to take the opportunity to earn some goodwill from both sides, so they might spare her out of consideration for this small favor.
"Grandmaster Yi Jian Fu Cailin of Goryeo?" Hushan did not continue forward, stopping three zhang away. This was a safe distance for both sides. He had clearly received word and knew Song Qingshu's identity.
"If you want to fight, then fight. What's with all this nonsense?" Song Qingshu was in an irritable mood. The negative emotions stirred by the slaughter had yet to fade, and he only wanted to vent fiercely. Fighting was clearly the best way to expend the violence filling him. Compared to the Water Moon Great Sect Master, the Old Man of the Mountain was far more difficult to deal with. The Water Moon Great Sect Master's martial arts were relatively systematic and straightforward; after observing them a few times, one could always spot some clues. The Old Man of the Mountain's martial arts, however, were complex and unpredictable. He even used different martial arts with every move, making it