The wind rose over East Lake as Zhong Zhengyang sat alone by the shore, pulling out a gourd to drink alone.
Behind him, his disciples stood upright with their swords, exuding a murderous aura, still and composed.
Passersby kept their distance, with no one daring to get involved.
Long Fei whispered, "No wonder the Azure Woods Sect is so renowned in South Yangtze; this sect indeed has some skilled individuals."
Chu Feng returned, staring outside and asked, "Why publicly challenge this old man? Wouldn't it be better for the two of us to find a place to ambush him together?"
