Lu Xiaofeng had only just arrived in Great Ming's Capital City when he heard that Ye Gucheng had challenged Ximen Chuixue to a duel.
It dampened his original enthusiasm for spending a few enjoyable days at the Fragrant Pavilion.
Both men were his friends, and he truly hoped nothing would happen to either of them.
But a duel between those two could never stop at a mere touch. It would decide not only victory and defeat, but life and death.
"Who in this world could stop them? Reverend Zhang of the Wudang Sect won't leave Wudang Mountain, and he wouldn't meddle in something like this anyway. It looks like I'll have to trouble Lin Lang again."
Only someone in the Heaven-Man Realm could stop another in the Heaven-Man Realm. Northern Shaolin's destruction made that clear.
Northern Shaolin had possessed such deep foundations and so many Great Grandmasters, yet hadn't Lin Lang wiped it out with just a handful of people?
"I wonder how strong Lin Lang is now. If he can't stop the duel, could he save someone from beneath a sword?"
If nothing else worked, he would have to try intervening himself.
Following a familiar route to the Fragrant Pavilion, Lu Xiaofeng swaggered inside.
Seeing someone enter, the madam greeted him warmly, only for her face to fall when she realized it was Lu Bai Piao.
"Young Master Lu, my lord specifically instructed us that you'll have to pay when you come to enjoy yourself here from now on."
Lu Xiaofeng smiled broadly. "When did I ever say I wouldn't pay? You simply never asked me for money before. Do you think making money would be difficult with my abilities?"
"Has Lin Lang arrived? When he gets here, tell him I'm here and need to speak to him."
"Get