The masked woman knocked his sword aside and said coldly, "Enough. We'll stop here today, but this isn't over."
She turned and immediately left. Everyone who had come with her vanished in an instant as well, leaving Wenlong standing there in a daze.
"What kind of people are these? They fight whenever they please, stop whenever they please, and leave faster than ghosts," Wenlong muttered resentfully.
Resentful or not, he still had to enter the city and find an inn first. He had already been filthy enough before, and after another fight, he felt unbearably uncomfortable all over.
Back in that same luxurious house, Ruan Qianqian was truly angry. "Uncle, losing to a boy was embarrassing enough. Then you had to join in too! Don't you feel ashamed?"
Ruan Wu's face was crimson as well. He was an outstanding disciple of the Orthodox Sect, yet today, a boy younger than him had beaten all the fight out of him.
He felt awful too, and now his niece was shouting angrily at him. His anger had nowhere to go.
After holding it in for a long while, he finally said, "Oh, little Qianqian, don't be angry. I was just afraid something might happen to you."
Ruan Qianqian knew her uncle cared about her. She could not help sighing. "Uncle, something isn't right about this. The moment that little thief saw me come out, he called me a bandit. Send someone to find out what's going on."
"You're right. I'll send someone to find out why. That boy doesn't look like a bad person either." Ruan Wu was puzzled too and promised to get to the bottom of it.
"Uncle, stay out of this from now on. After fighting him, I feel I've gained some insight into swordsmanship. Don't interfere the next