Even though Yue Jiefei was fully prepared for battle, the mourning-dress man made no move; he even leisurely swung the fishing rod, creating ripple after ripple on the serene and clear surface of the creek.
Liu Sang wasn't aware of how dreadful that gust of wind had been; he was still curiously pondering how the stone made sounds, even trying to wave his hand to produce noise, but to no avail. He then reached out to push the mourning-dress man, "Would you please step aside?"
Was that boy seeking death?
Chu Yu's heart was nearly in her throat. She popped her head out from behind Yue Jiefei and called out, "Liu Sang, come back." After she spoke, she realized her voice was hoarse and off-key.