The night was as dark as ink.
Zheng Jun grasped the hilt of his saber with his right hand and hoisted the Coiling Dragon Staff onto his left shoulder, making his way toward Nixiang Pavilion.
Could this Coiling Dragon Staff really offset six thousand taels of silver? Probably not. It was likely only worth around three to four thousand taels. Zheng Jun had taken the staff as collateral purely to put the squeeze on Han Hu. For Zheng Jun, Han Hu's skill level was absolutely perfect—the ideal stepping stone to grind his repayment progress.
He thought, "At four hundred points a day, it won't even take ten days to completely pay off the Wave-Treading Blade Technique!" On top of that, if he showed up every day demanding a duel and Han Hu refused, what face would the man have left in the army?
