Han Muye had just reached the entrance of the Sword Pavilion when a voice sounded from the stone steps in front of him.
"Hey, are you new?"
"Where's Huang Six?"
"Dead? Probably."
Han Muye looked down. A middle-aged man in his forties with a goatee and a gray brocade robe was standing there. His face was losing patience.
"Don't worry, even if you die, Brother Six won't die," Han Muye said calmly.
The middle-aged man was stunned. He glared and shouted, "Are the new Sword Caretakers so unruly now?"
Han Muye nodded and shouted, "Elder Gao, this person said that you didn't teach the new Sword Caretaker the rules."
…
The sun was shining brightly.
There was slight breeze and it was warm.
The middle-aged man in the brocade robe standing at the bottom of the nine stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion was sweating profusely.
He stared and shivered all over.
Ten breaths later, he slumped to the ground.
