263 Really Sick
In the front hall of the medicine store.
"Who is it? Who's picking a fight!"
A thunderous roar, filled with imposing momentum, suddenly erupted. Sun Youli, powerfully built, then rushed in like a fierce bear, brandishing a pitchfork.
Niu Baishun was startled by Sun Youli's sudden entrance.
But that wasn't all. Zhao Yu followed, holding a treasured sword. He walked in with light steps, positioning himself fiercely protectively in front of the others. Flexing his hands and feet, he said coldly, "I haven't sparred in a long time, and my hands are itching. Now someone has kindly delivered themselves to our doorstep!"
As he spoke, he skillfully twirled the treasured sword in a flourish. With a CLANG, the sword was unsheathed. The cold glint of the blade made Niu Baishun recoil a step in fright.
Just then, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ya also ran in. Seeing the imposing stance of Sun Youli and his group, Sun Youwei and his companions quickly joined them.
