"Is this the place?"
Jing Second Master glanced at the somewhat peeling wooden door, thinking to himself that it was no wonder a poor boy from a lower country lived in such a shabby place.
"Second Master, I disdain to bully people from lower countries," he said coldly, "but who asked you to overestimate your abilities and make an enemy out of Doctor Mu? For the sake of my elder brother's swift recovery, I will have to trouble you once."
Having spoken coldly, Jing Second Master raised his hand, intending to knock on the door.
This was the cultivation ingrained in his bones.
But halfway through the motion, he realized that he was here to capture someone, not to pay a visit.
"One must have the proper bearing when making an arrest!"
Jing Second Master pulled back his hand, lifted his chin, and with a majestic air, pushed open the courtyard's wooden door!
The scene in the courtyard was as follows—