"Are you the one who injured Sister Apprentice Shengqing?" a young man beside Xu Zimei asked, gazing at him.
"What of it if I am?" Zimo replied indifferently.
"Then we shall take you down, and you will go and apologize in person," Wang Ruwei said calmly, "and await Sister Apprentice's decision."
...
In a city far away from the Wandering Dragon Mountain Range, two elderly men were sitting under a huge banyan tree, playing a game of chess.
The elder in blue robes had a face gaunt with age, and both his hair and long beard had turned completely white, exuding an extraordinary temperament.
On the other hand, the elder in red robes was bald, with a ruddy complexion, looking like a jovial friar with a string of Buddha Beads around his neck.
"Mage Huijue, why descend from the mountain this time?"
The blue-robed elder asked with a smile as he placed a chess piece.
"Taoist Friend Yue Shan, why ask when you already know?" Monk Huijue replied with a smile.
