The Jianghu heroes gathered, their eyes fierce, and the courtyard of the escort agency bristled with swords and spears.
Leaning back in their chairs, the Four Prodigies of Qingcheng and the other Qingcheng disciples kept their heads down, filled with both anger and dread.
Yu Canghai also had a ruthless streak, his fling of his Taoist robe showing his dissatisfaction.
Moving subtly two steps away from Zhao Rong, he then provoked the already tense nerves of the Jianghu people with his Chuanxi accent:
"I fear some speak fair but mean foul, claiming they come for the Sword Manual. If you're not here for the manual, no one would believe that."
Yu Canghai felt tremendous pressure as he spoke these words and glanced sideways, seeking support.
Preferably from someone known for venomous speech.
He immediately looked towards Mu Gaofeng not far away, but Wooden Camel Mu simply turned his head away, ignoring him completely.
"Indeed."
Suddenly, a proud voice spoke out.