Night swallowed the last trace of twilight on the horizon.
Opening its eyes in the night, the forest beast about to commence its hunt let out ferocious roars in the distance.
The Storyteller stood guard vigilantly, looking at his brother who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and scolded:
"You are concealing your sword!"
"It doesn't matter, I'm just slightly flexing my muscles."
Bazhun'an finished speaking, closed his eyes, and his aura totally disappeared, blending into the surroundings like any of the ordinary large rocks in this mountain forest.
"What exactly did Kui Leihan tell you!"
The storyteller grew anxious, "Even if they are important, they're not more important than yourself. After concealing your sword for so many years, how can you break your discipline for them?"
The only response was the stillness of the mountain forest, and the barely perceptible footsteps of beasts drawing nearer.
