"Cough, cough, cough!"
Enduring the excruciating pain wracking his body, Ye Qingxuan slowly struggled to his feet in the corner.
His chest felt as though it had been struck hard by a sledgehammer. Every breath brought a piercing stab of pain, making him cough uncontrollably.
As his coughing grew worse, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin.
"What scurrying rat dared ambush me?"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened in fury as he stared fixedly at the young man, his voice brimming with rage and murderous intent.
Wiping the blood from his mouth, he bellowed at the man, "Give me your name if you've got the guts!"
At this, the young man's lips curved slightly into a contemptuous smile.
He said slowly, "Naran Yan, of the Green Haze Pine-Soot Abode!"
Naran Yan's voice was clear and powerful, as though it could pierce straight through everyone's eardrums.
He wore a loose blue-green Daoist robe, with a Daoist sword tucked at his waist. He looked graceful and distinguished.
At the words "Green Haze Pine-Soot Abode," whispers immediately rippled through the surrounding crowd.
"Gasp! It's actually Naran Yan from the Green Haze Pine-Soot Abode! I never thought they'd attend the Mid-Autumn Festival Gathering too!"
"I heard the Green Haze Pine-Soot Abode rarely gets involved in worldly affairs. Their disciples all follow their hearts and refuse to be bound by convention."
"When did Naran Yan show up?
None of us even noticed he was here!"
"Now that lecher Ye Yin won't be able to swagger around anymore.
The Green Haze Pine-Soot Abode may have relatively few members, but its disciples' strength is nothing to scoff at.
Even if Naran Yan kills him, he probably won't face much trouble. After all, that lecher Ye Yin was in