Knights Block the Road

"Divine physician?" The constables and thugs were shocked once again.

The saber-bearing constable, however, lived up to his reputation for turning ruthless at the drop of a hat. He sneered. "Anyone can brag. Show us your credentials if you've got the nerve!"

"Pah, you dog," Lang Zhen spat disdainfully. "If my master did not wish to keep a low profile, killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant."

"Master?" The constable holding the iron ruler was horrified. "Brother Wolf... he is your master?"

In this realm, there were many kinds of master-servant relationships. Even a simple employment arrangement could be addressed as one.

But who was Lang Zhen? He was the renowned Lone Wolf—bold yet meticulous, with exceptional martial prowess. The word "Lone" did not merely mean that he dared to fight alone; it also meant that he was proud and aloof, disdaining the company of ordinary people.

Yet such a man had acknowledged this young man as his master. Everyone felt chills run through them.

Lang Zhen could not be bothered with them. With a flick of his body, he sprang onto the carriage, and Feng Jun followed him aboard.

Watching the two leave with their heads held high, the saber-bearing constable's expression changed several times. In the end, he still did not dare pursue them.

His face turned livid. He looked back at his companions and stomped his foot fiercely. "Trash! Every last one of you is trash!"

The other idlers did not dare make a sound, but Feng Old Sixth was not having it. Both men worked under Master Yun and held roughly equal status. He snorted disdainfully. "Zhao Old Third, if you're not trash, then make a move."

"Old Sixth, I've put up with you for a long time," Zhao Third said with a