What big talk. The man coming over was an elder of Jieyun Mountain.
Remembering how he had knocked Bai Shuchuan flat with a single slap, Shi Chun and the others were skeptical but not entirely unconvinced. They turned to look up at the city wall. In the uneven lamplight, they could not make out what was happening above, though they could vaguely see quite a few figures standing in the shadows, looking down.
Confronted with such brazen words, Wu Handong felt a slight chill in his heart and also looked toward the battlements.
Even Bai Shuchuan, who had come to his senses after that slap, vaguely sensed something was wrong. Unease slowly crept into his heart.
Bian Jixiong and the others arrived just in time to hear Young Master Nan's audacious declaration. They naturally went over to Shi Chun's group. Bian Jixiong raised a hand to acknowledge their bows, then quietly asked Bian Weiying, "What happened?"
With the people involved standing right there, Bian Weiying could hardly say anything. Some things would offend people even if she merely stated the facts; they could only be discussed behind their backs.
She gave her father a slight shake of her head. Bian Jixiong and the others understood and said no more.
Just then, a figure dropped from the battlements, followed immediately by a whole group.
The first to land wore a gauzy ginger-yellow robe. He had a square face, three strands of beard, and a gauze hat sitting neatly atop his head. His face was expressionless. He was none other than Wei Mo, the Life Continent Regional Lord.
Every one of these people who had suddenly jumped down carried an extraordinary bearing. Shi Chun and the others recognized none of them.
Wu Handong, Bian Jixiong, and their companions did not recognize most