They were only fighting and arguing; no one was truly fighting. At most, they picked up stones from the ground and threw them at each other like children.
And so, the villagers from the two households never grew tired of this boring affair. Some would tire of cursing and go home to fetch reinforcements, letting the newcomers continue the insults. Then they cursed for an entire day, all the way until nightfall...
Mirai looked at the old ladies on both sides with an arrogant gaze. They looked vicious, as though they wanted to devour someone, yet they simply could not get started. Mirai could not help but shudder.
After watching for around ten minutes, Mirai truly could not bear to keep watching. He shook his head and was about to look away and return to Enqian's Ming Chuan residence for dinner when several familiar figures in the crowd forced him to stop.
"Humble and clever... plain, colorful clothes... Why do they still enjoy watching these boring layabouts?"
Mirai's lips twitched. Even without approaching, he could still see the enthusiasm of humble Ming Chuan and the humble, colorfully dressed people who had prepared themselves for these layabouts.
The two old men stood at the back. One held a chair as they watched the people in front shouting at one another, while behind them stood not only five ninjas guarding their safety, but also two servants serving them tea and the like.
Seeing this, Mirai had to admit that this city certainly knew how to put on a show...
"Heh, I'll go take a look too."
Mirai sighed. Although the master was here, someone would surely cook for him if he returned to the humble residence.
Still, no matter how thick-skinned Mirai was, since he had encountered these two here, he naturally