In the small courtyard of Shaojiu Alley, the two Mountain Lords sat facing each other, blades drawn and bows bent.
Only when the young Chang Ghost brought in thin porridge did the tension in the yard begin to dissolve.
Under the Treasure Monkey mask, Qi Xiao rumbled, "What's the point of wasting words on him? Just take him down. Even if he adds a few more people, they're still no match for us."
Yu Yuan whispered, "Don't speak yet. There's something fishy about those two. Let's eavesdrop and then report back to Lord Bai Long."
Yao An looked at Treasure Monkey, sighing in admiration, "I've long heard that under the Treasure Monkey mask dwell many people. Seeing you today, it is indeed so. The Path of Paying Homage to the Sage Phase is truly wondrous."
But Chen Ji ignored the others. He was first to open his mouth and probe: "Senior brother went to such pains to follow me today, wanting to lock gazes with me in the crowd and dispel the palpitations between our Paths?"
