"Zuo Ya?"
Long Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared fixedly at the brocade-clad youth below the stage, then dispassionately smiled, "I didn't expect the official to come to the Ancient Market too. Yet this is a private matter with my Long Family; surely you wouldn't deny me even this small amount of face, would you?"
"Deny you! How could I?"
The lips of the brocade-clad youth curled upwards as he laughed audaciously, "However, we can't break the rules of the South Street Temple Market; otherwise, who would dare to come here to challenge the arena and have fun? Young Master Long, you agree, don't you?"
Long Heng did not express any agreement or disagreement. He took a step forward and suddenly lunged toward Chu Xisheng, aiming an abrupt palm strike at his face.
He couldn't be bothered to tangle with this son of the Governor's family. Killing the lad would result in nothing more than a few curses from Zuo Ya, a matter of no consequence.
