Shadow Wolf Martial Hall Must Fall

The night was black as ink.

When Cheng Yang stepped out of the alley, the hem of his black robe was swept up by the night wind before falling again, and the Fang Mask was already fastened over his face.

Broken Stream rested against his leg, the dim gleam of its scabbard carrying a layer of cold white beneath the moonlight.

The gates of Shadow Wolf Martial Hall were closed.

The door panels were thick and heavy, with the bolt set firmly across them. Two lanterns hung on either side of the lintel, swaying gently in the night wind.

Cheng Yang did not stop. He walked to the gates and knocked lightly, producing three thuds.

"Who is it?"

A disciple wearing Shadow Wolf Martial Hall training clothes emerged from the guard room.

He opened the courtyard gate.

Looking up, he saw a burly young man wearing a Fang Mask.

"F-F-Fangtooth Ghost!"

The guard room disciple stumbled back two steps in fright at the sight.

"Y-you... what do you want?"

Who started calling me that...?

Cheng Yang grumbled inwardly. From beneath the mask came a slightly muffled voice.

"Go notify everyone in Shadow Wolf Martial Hall. Tell them that anyone who has not left the martial hall within half an incense stick's time will die!"

"O-okay! I'll go right away."

Upon hearing this, the disciple immediately scampered away.

Cheng Yang stepped over the threshold into Shadow Wolf Martial Hall's front courtyard, leaned against the wall, and waited patiently.

What he had to do tonight was simple.

He was going to help Chen Clan Martial Hall uproot Shadow Wolf Martial Hall, its rival.

The disciple ran off to deliver the message. Before long, several more disciples in Shadow Wolf Martial Hall training clothes rushed out from the guard room and beneath the