The Zhang Family of Enan.
"Just who is that Blue Robes Man?"
Zhang Er shook his head. "I can't tell which sect he belongs to."
One-Armed Zhang Er had seen it with his own eyes: that day, the Wang Family members who had barged into the house had seemed to be hurled out by an immense force.
The Wang Family's second young master and steward had not even had a chance to strike.
"We ought to speak with that man," the master of the Zhang Family said gravely. "If we can avoid using force, we should."
Zhang Er looked troubled. "But the Blue Robes Man rarely goes out, and now he's set up a formation at home."
"Father, that formation really is strange.
"I tried to break through it yesterday, but got nowhere."
Seated below, the Wang Family's eldest young master had experienced the formation's power firsthand.
"Useless thing!" the master of the Wang Family snapped.
The eldest young master lowered his head, not daring to speak.
"Prepare some gifts. Tomorrow, I'll pay him a visit myself."
"Yes!"
And so, the following day.
The master of the Wang Family, the eldest young master, and several accompanying servants entered the formation together.
The little courtyard had long since been surrounded by the many factions of Enan.
Naturally, the Wang Family party's arrival could not escape everyone's eyes.
"Hey! The master of the Wang Family came himself!"
"What's going on? Such a grand procession, and the master of the Wang Family is coming in person?"
"They even brought gifts? Are they looking to talk things over?"
"..."
Everyone talked over one another.
They watched the Wang Family party march boldly into the formation under their master's lead.
Meanwhile, the Zhang Family, observing from the perimeter, also received the news.
"Master, the Wang