Seeing how fiercely Han Zhan defended Li Bie, Nariha rubbed his nose sheepishly and sat back down...
Everyone burst into laughter at the sight.
"Thank you for your concern, City Lord. It is only a minor injury, nothing serious!"
Li Bie raised his blade-sharp brows and stood, first saluting Han Zhan with clasped hands, then turning to Nariha. "I would welcome your instruction, General!"
Nariha waved a hand. An attendant behind him nodded and hurried outside to bring someone in.
Before the man appeared, his footsteps were already pounding against the floor. Tall, broad, and dark-skinned, he stood there like a black tower.
"I am Samu'er, blade commander of the Qin Prefecture Border Army's Spearhead Battalion. I would like to test this brother's skills!"
He saluted Han Zhan with clasped hands, then greeted the others one by one, his coarse voice rumbling through the room.
Samu'er enjoyed great renown in the army. He had reached the peak of the Spirit Refinement Realm years ago and fought with tremendous ferocity, often leading charges into enemy lines, slaying commanders and seizing banners. His valor could withstand ten thousand men, and he had won more often than he lost in his many battles against Great Chen's forces. He was truly a tiger of a general.
"We're all brothers here. Stop once you've made your point!"
Seeing this, Han Zhan raised his bowl and drank, wiped his dripping chin with the back of his hand, and spoke with casual bluntness.
"Please instruct me, Commander Samu'er!"
Li Bie stepped away from the banquet and saluted Samu'er with clasped hands. He tucked his bandaged hand behind his back and raised his other palm upright, facing outward, assuming an opening stance.
Seeing such arrogance, Samu'er felt the man was plainly looking down on him. Anger surged through