On a street in Wutan City, a crimson figure charged madly down the main road like a wild bull with its tail on fire.
A closer look revealed none other than Xiao Yan, the Xiao Clan's Third Young Master. His face was scarlet, and wisps of white smoke actually rose from the top of his head, making him look like a miniature volcano on the move.
As he ran, he roared something indistinctly, but he was moving so fast and the wind was so loud that passersby could only make out the name "Xiao Yi."
"Xiao-Yi-!!!"
That furious roar rang out again, clearer and even more savage than it had been on the mountain behind the clan grounds.
He ran so fast that wind whipped beneath his feet. Billowing white smoke streamed from his head above, while his footsteps kicked up a trail of yellow dust below. The two "smoke dragons," one high and one low, surged grandly forward, sending pedestrians scattering and chickens and dogs fleeing in chaos wherever he passed.
"Look, look! It's Young Master Xiao Yan!" "What's wrong with him this time? He looks furious, and his head's smoking... who's he going after?"
"Who else? Xiao Yi, obviously! Those two have a little fight every three days and a big one every five. Who in Wutan City doesn't know that?"
Quite a few idlers immediately dropped what they were doing and followed the dust Xiao Yan churned up, eagerly hurrying closer. Some busybodies had already begun calling out.
"Place your bets! Place your bets! Who's going to win this time? Young Master Xiao Yan's coming in hot-one-to-one odds! Young Master Xiao Yi's full of tricks-two-to-one odds!" Laughter and shouted wagers immediately rose from the crowd.
Under all those watching eyes-and with all those bets riding on him-Xiao