Wu Long arrived in the inn that Wei Yuanjie was occupying.
In the innermost courtyard of the inn, the prince was sparring against a swordsman, one of the many who followed Duan Feng from the Boundless Mortal World. The others were also locked in spars, as the whole scene slightly resembled a Martial Arts Sect.
The blind swordsman himself, was sitting in a meditative pose a bit further in the courtyard, occasionally commenting on one spar or another.
"It's hard to tell if he's looking or not", Wei Yuanjie grumbled under his nose after a remark by Duan Feng, a comment that made the blind swordsman to chuckle.
As Wu Long entered the courtyard, the latter rose, raising his hand to stop the others from sparring.
"Hahaha, you don't have to stop midway on my behalf, I could've waited till you're finished", Wu Long chuckled.
"I wouldn't dare show such discourtesy to you, Master Wu", Duan Feng shook his head.
