A Little Test (1 / 2)

Zhao Er paid no mind to what Laitou, Zhao Zhiyuan, might think.

If there had once been some fellow-villager affection between them, then the day Laitou brought the Wang Family steward to Zhao Er's courtyard had severed their last remaining ties.

Likewise, he did not particularly care about Wang Ze's attitude.

But since he had already come to the Prefectural Office, Zhao Er naturally would not simply head back.

After putting away the property deed and a string of keys, Zhao Er bought a jar of Shaodaozi and carried it into the Martial Pavilion beside the Prefectural Office.

Yet when Zhao Er arrived at the Martial Pavilion, he found someone already talking with Dian Zhang inside the usually deserted building.

Seen from behind, the man was tall and straight-backed. Simply standing there, he exuded the imposing air of an unshakable mountain.

What drew the eye most, however, was the unusually broad, thick-backed saber strapped to his back.

The saber was nearly five inches wide and over a meter long, with a pitch-black blade and a long metal hilt. One glance told Zhao Er that the man carrying it was unquestionably an expert.

An ordinary Bone Tempering martial artist would probably struggle even to hold such a heavy saber. What a sight it must be when swung.

"Uncle Zhang, looks like he's here for you. Go ahead!"

Hearing footsteps, the man turned and glanced at Zhao Er. When he saw the wine jar in Zhao Er's hand and the two Iron Halberds at his sides, he raised an eyebrow, said a few words to Dian Zhang, and stepped aside.

So young?

Zhao Er paused briefly upon seeing the man's face. He had assumed that someone with such an imposing presence, capable of carrying such a heavy saber, must be a middle-aged