Hearing this, he immediately laughed. He had an extremely favorable impression of Lu Qing. The young man truly acted with chivalry and righteousness; those magnificent tales sounded like something one could only see in dreams. Those bizarre yet stirring deeds were simply like the stories in a tale-book.
They were far more interesting and pleasant to hear than the chewed-over old material storytellers had repeated hundreds and thousands of times.
He promptly patted his chest, making it thump. "Mr. Lu, we are from the Yan Sect!"
"The Yan Sect is over in Southwestern Sea Prefecture. Our Yan Sect is merely a small sect." Yan Da was somewhat more modest.
"So you are heroes of the Yan Sect."
Lu Qing smiled, though inwardly he became even more certain of something.
"Hehe, Mr. Lu, you flatter us. Scholars are the truly impressive ones."
It was clear that in this world, scholars and Confucian students held quite high status, whether in temples and court halls or within the martial world.
Even though Lu Qing looked younger than all of them, they could still call him "sir."
"You have all traveled a long way. It must have been hard."
"Do you have some important business? I ate your flatbread. If there is anything I can do, however small, I can lend a hand."
Lu Qing asked aloud. The flatbread in the oil-paper wrapping beside him had originally been travel rations. Though it did not taste as good as hot food, it was still a rare comfort on a cold night.
He looked over, a faint gleam flowing through his eyes.
"Hehe, what's that? Our flatbread isn't sweet either." Fourth Yan scratched his head.
Come to think of it, it was strange. They had bought these flatbreads several days ago. Who knew why, when they