Liu Yun's expression gradually darkened. He stared at the Martial Artist and the female guide before him, his voice carrying an unquestionable resolve. "This is my home. Why can't I enter?"
The Martial Artist seemed somewhat surprised. He gave a scornful laugh and said, "You say this is your home? What a joke! This is clearly a museum established by our Limit Dojo to protect a hero's former residence. Where do you get the nerve to call it your home?"
The female guide chimed in from the side. "Yes, sir, you may be mistaken! This place has already been opened to the public as a memorial to the hero Liu Yun. Many people come to visit every day. As long as you make a proper reservation, you can come in and visit as well!"
So-called heroes were merely pitiful people forgotten by the common world and troubled by petty men. It had been a long time since anyone aspired to become a hero. Perhaps it was better to say that people had long seen through it all. Heroes were always lonely as snow.
Liu Yun sneered, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. "A memorial to me? Do you know that I am Liu Yun himself?"
At those words, both the Martial Artist and the female guide froze. They looked at each other, clearly unwilling to believe that the man before them was the legendary Liu Yun. After all, in their minds, Liu Yun had either already died a hero's death or become some great figure far beyond their reach. How could he suddenly appear here, and in such an unassuming manner?
"Haha, you say you're Liu Yun? Stop joking around!" The Martial Artist burst out laughing, his tone filled with mockery. "Lord Liu Yun is the hero who saved