Three martial masters, with strong demeanors, showed no interest in the delicacies spread before them on the table. After meeting, they only engaged in insincere pleasantries and superficially, each appeared more spirited than the next.
However, in reality, each of these three martial masters was suffering: one with a recurring old poison, another with a disease worsening, and the last with unrecovered severe injuries. All were unwell but were stubbornly pretending to be fine.
After some pleasantries, Elder Zhou Zhen could not sit still any longer and decisively broached the main issue:
"It has been a long time since the three of our families' martial masters have gathered like this. Today, I have invited both of you over because there is a matter I wish to discuss."
Qin Aotian and Ma Tong slowly set down their wine glasses, smiling as they looked at Zhou Zhen. Neither spoke, thinking oddly to themselves:
"Here it comes, the fox is about to show its tail."