"Alright, you're from the Dragon Country, but you certainly have a way with words. As the saying goes, a fine bird chooses its tree to perch on. My Fusang is far more developed than your Dragon Country. Your decision to become a citizen of Fusang is the right one," said the Fusang gatekeeper, his eyes brimming with pride.
"Why distinguish between us? I already consider myself a man of Fusang. The old me is dead, and now I am reborn. My real name is Song Xiaotian, but I want to change it. What do you think of Musashi Kodan?" Song Xiaotian chuckled, having already forgotten his Dragon Country roots after just a few days.
But just as his words fell, a chilling voice suddenly echoed, "Since you want to be a man of Fusang, then you can die with them."
The unexpected words made both the Fusang gatekeeper and Song Xiaotian frown deeply.
The Fusang gatekeeper shouted, "Who's there? Who dares to speak such nonsense at the entrance of the Beichen Martial Arts School?"
