Yang Yun turned to look. The man was thin, but his eyes darted restlessly. With his arms folded across his chest and one corner of his mouth crooked upward, he wore a face full of gloating delight.
Lu Changwen had just lost his closest kin and was drowning in grief. Hearing the waiter from Fish Leap Inn make sport of him, he grabbed the kitchen cleaver, stepped outside, and pointed it at the waiter. "For that one sentence alone, you'll leave your life here today."
The waiter had heard that the priceless treasure, the "Tui Bei Tu," had appeared here. He had come solely to get a share of the spoils; if he succeeded, it would be a great merit indeed.
It was said that the "Tui Bei Tu" was intimately tied to the fate of the nation and was something the Zhu imperial clan had to obtain. Thus, upon hearing the news, he had rushed here day and night. Yet when he saw Lu Changwen again, remembering the great loss he had suffered at Lu Changwen's hands before, and now seeing Lu Changwen bereaved of his family, joy filled his heart, so he mocked him.
But the moment Lu Changwen saw the waiter, his eyes abruptly reddened. No one in the village had survived, yet this man alone was gloating. Then he had to be the murderer.
His feet kicked up a great spray of sand. With a swish, the cleaver came chopping down at the waiter's head. The waiter's expression changed. He raised a leg and sent a flying kick at Lu Changwen's wrist, while his other foot shot out viciously toward Lu Changwen's chest and abdomen.
Lu Changwen neither dodged nor evaded. The force behind his cleaver only grew fiercer, determined to kill his enemy in a