Xia Fei was somewhat taken aback. He walked over to the door beside the registration point and peered in, only to see a sloppily dressed old man, who was currently stretching listlessly, at the center of a narrow and dimly lit room.
"Xia Fei?" the old man glanced up at him once and asked.
Before Xia Fei could answer, that old man laughed and said, "Come to think of it; who else could it be but you? You have yet to arrive and are already causing trouble. That young man is Kane, the nephew of Furnace Citadel's head steward, Deng Wen."
Xia Fei replied, "He's the one who picked a fight."
"Was there a need for you to be so heavy handed with your retaliation?" the old man shot back.
"At least I didn't deal a fatal blow." Xia Fei did not feel like he was in the wrong.
The old man pouted and rummaged through the drawers for some time; he retrieved a grubby form, including a metal badge to be pinned on someone's chest, and handed it over to Xia Fei.
