Chapter 98: The Perfect Sharpening Stone

The cold night wind over the lake carried a biting chill and a strong scent of blood.

All eyes were fixed on Aizen, filled with anger, coldness, and trepidation.

The Man who has no name began to approach, his body moving with subtle rhythm. Each step was steady and powerful, like a dragon or tiger in motion, demonstrating a firm foundation rooted in the "Dragon-Tiger Stance."

The old steward glanced at Aizen with a sharp look, his expression briefly flickering with a warning. Then, turning toward the Man who has no name, he smiled.

"Young master, it is better to focus on stabilizing your friend's injuries for now. Let us avoid unnecessary conflict. After all, this is the city lord's residence. If there are grievances, they should be handled by the city lord himself," he said.

"Step aside," replied the Man who has no name, frowning slightly.