Back at the banquet, the third senior brother laughed. "Just drinking is so boring, let me perform a sword dance to liven up the party."
Third Senior Brother picked up his sword and moved around the table. His swordsmanship wasn't exceptional, but it was entertaining, earning a round of applause from everyone.
As the third senior brother got caught up in the performance, his hand shook, almost stabbing the fourth senior brother. Luckily, the fourth senior brother was on his guard and dodged in time.
"Old Fourth, are you okay?" The third senior brother asked, showing concern. He felt regret. He had rubbed poison on his sword but had missed his chance to harm him.
The fourth senior brother burst out laughing. "It's okay, it's okay. You haven't practiced your sword dance for so long and you're quite rusty. Come, let me accompany you."
Sword lights intertwined. Murderous intent appeared in the eyes of both the third and fourth senior brothers before it swiftly disappeared.
