"I'm telling you, Lin Jing, look at us. You're the only woman here, and you're not even married yet. How about... you get out of here first?"
"Zhou Hai, if your mouth is that bored, I can sew it shut for you."
The Sword Sectress flicked the black blood from her sword with a cold expression, then glanced at the burly Grandmaster beside her, who was carrying a bronze cudgel.
The burly Grandmaster called Zhou Hai grinned, flashing a row of white teeth. "I'm just worried about you, Lin Jing."
Lin Jing sneered and pointed her sword at Zhou Hai. Her voice was icy. "Heh. You're the weakest of the four here, Zhou Hai. Doesn't that mean you should be the first to get lost?"
"Hey, you—"
The two of them traded barbs back and forth, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
The monsters around them were still howling, and blood was still flying, yet neither of them showed the slightest trace of fear.
It was as if the overwhelming tide of beasts before them was no more than a somewhat tricky routine assignment.
"That's enough."
A voice, aged but authoritative, rang out.
It was quiet, not even deliberately raised, yet it carried an invisible force that instantly silenced the two.
Chen Canglan, president of the East Sea City Martial Arts Association, stood with his hands behind his back and calmly swept his deep-set eyes over them.
Those eyes seemed to hold endless storms and the weight of years. A single glance was enough to make anyone think twice before acting recklessly.
Zhou Hai hunched his shoulders and muttered, "That's President Chen for you. Even now, he's still so strict about discipline..."
Chen Canglan ignored him and turned his gaze to Wang Anguo.
"Grandmaster Wang," he said, his voice steady as a mountain,