He said he would go at night, but as soon as the words were out, the charming man leaped down from the rock.
Greeting the man with the scarred face with a nod, he strolled towards the city gate with a swagger, hands clasped behind his back, looking for all the world not like someone about to seek vengeance, but rather like a carefree scholar out to appreciate the flowers.
This left the scarred-faced man, who had been ready to risk it all, utterly astounded.
No plan, no target, just declaring their intent to take on a family backed by the Medicine God Sect in broad daylight.
The swordsmen who had retreated were probably already turning from potential allies into trumpets broadcasting their mad endeavor.
Entering the city at this time, aside from being turned into a sliced up mess by warriors reared by the Hua Family, he could not think of a better end.
"Enter the city now? This man is a madman; I'm not going! Not going!"
