"Third Uncle Master, that person is right above us; he's the one who injured Senior Brother Ming."
Footsteps and voices rose in unison from the staircase.
"Do not rush to judgment," a magnetic voice responded.
Immediately following that, the group ascended to the second floor.
Besides the few familiar young people from before, this time there was an addition of an old man.
The old man was dressed in a blue robe, with a pattern of two crossed swords on his chest.
A beard hung down to his chest, and at his waist dangled a blue longsword.
"Seems like trouble's brewing," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
Xie Changliu's gaze was fixed as he slowly stood up, looking towards the group that had come up.
"I am Liu Changlin from Lianjian Academy. May I ask who you all are?" The old man didn't put on airs but introduced himself serenely and inquired.
Xu Zimei smiled without a word.
"Xie Changliu," Xie Changliu replied indifferently.
