298, Arrest the Imperial Envoy

"Yes, Young Master!"

The old man in plain robes at the hall entrance was momentarily stunned before moving to act.

However, the swordsman beside him took the initiative, saying,

"Chopping bamboo is a menial task. There's no need to trouble Master Lv. I'll handle it."

As he spoke, the straight sword from his waist was already unsheathed, and he strode towards the outside.

Upon hearing this, the elderly scholar's countenance changed. He cherished the ink bamboo nearly as dearly as his own children. How could he endure letting this brute chop it down?

He immediately rose intending to stop him.

"Don't bother showing the way yourself, old scholar. And there's the matter of those youths who bumped into me earlier—it's not yet settled.

Tell me, who would feel more gratifying to cut down? Them or the bamboo grove?"

Zhao Douan spoke with a smile.

In his words, killing seemed as trivial as eating or drinking.