In a tavern somewhere in Great Song, someone was telling stories onstage, though they were hardly entertaining.
Li Xunhuan sat at a table, drinking with A'Fei and Tie Chuanjia.
"What brought you to Great Song too?" Li Xunhuan looked at A'Fei. He could sense that the youth's swordsmanship had improved by another great stride.
A'Fei said, "I originally wanted to practice my swordsmanship, then challenge Ren Woxing, the Cult Leader of the Sun Moon Holy Cult. Unfortunately, he died."
"But that doesn't matter. The Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy is stronger, and he's skilled with a sword. He was the one I most wanted to challenge anyway."
He had refused to accept being frightened off by Ren Woxing last time. Now that he was confident he could face Ren Woxing again, Ren Woxing was already dead.
A man in gray at the neighboring table heard A'Fei and sneered. "You must be new to the Jianghu. You certainly know how to boast. Challenging the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy?"
"Are you better than Lu Xiaofeng? Even Lu Xiaofeng could only flee for his life before the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy. Someone like you wouldn't even manage to escape."
A'Fei gripped his sword hilt. What right did this man before him have to look down on his sword?
Li Xunhuan pressed down on his wrist. "Friend, we're only drinking and chatting. From what you're saying, the Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy fought Lu Xiaofeng? Why did I hear that they were good friends?"
He remembered that when Lin Lang killed Shangguan Jinhong, Lu Xiaofeng had been with him. They had clearly been on very good terms.
The man in gray said smugly, "That was before. They've fallen out. The Sun Moon Holy Cult's Right Envoy hunted Lu