Upon hearing that they were all from the Mystic Continent, the group realized there truly had been a misunderstanding, and their hostility eased somewhat.
Shi Chun, however, was having none of it. Pointing at Full Beard, the man in a blue shirt, he said, "Hey, you can't just say whatever you like. We've never met before. Which of you can prove we're Wandering Rosy Clouds Mountain Disciples? Who can prove it?" He pointed around the circle, plainly inviting anyone who could to step forward.
If anyone really did step forward, they would immediately take the men beneath their feet hostage and proceed with their next move.
The group exchanged bewildered looks, unsure what this meant.
With the two denying that they were Wandering Rosy Clouds Mountain Disciples, Full Beard, the man in blue, immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.
The man was left dumbfounded. He had spoken with good intentions, so how had he suddenly become someone spouting nonsense in public? Surely they couldn't play him like this? Especially when Guan Wen fixed him with a cold stare, leaving his heart bobbing up and down in his chest. He realized he might have run into a pair of unreliable fellows.
"Friend, that's not right of you. You can't tell barefaced lies. We were there yesterday too."
"That's right. I was there too."
"All of us were there."
Fortunately, the companions who had been with Full Beard, the man in blue, yesterday did not remain silent. One after another, they stepped forward to rebuke them.
With a group backing him up, the man steadied himself. Caught between laughter and tears, he said, "There's no need to argue over which sect you belong to. The Royal Court has already settled that. Brothers, just show everyone the nameplates on your bracelets."
Exactly.