"Brothers, this standoff is getting us nowhere. How about a gentleman's agreement?"
With every second that passed, it became clearer that this stalemate could last forever and yield no results. Finally, a bald, browless Outer Mansion Disciple with a menacing scowl broke the deadlock.
At his words, everyone grew thoughtful.
Making a gentleman's agreement wasn't the hard part.
The problem was that they were all Holy Sect Disciples…
Would such an agreement even mean anything?
Just as another round of silence and confrontation was about to begin…
The bald brute's patience wore thin. He waved a hand as large as a fan, his voice booming like distant thunder.
"Stop acting like a bunch of sissies! What's all this damn dawdling for? If you won't go, I'll go myself!"
