"SHUT UP!!!" The first outer disciple bellowed.
The verbal argument quickly evolved into a fistfight.
In the middle of the chaos, none of them noticed the two paper shapes sneak inside the curtain of Huang Taichen's long hair, effectively shielded from sight.
Frantic pounding echoed against the marble steps, culminating in a booming voice that disrupted the fist exchange.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? WHO DARES TO CAUSE RUCKUS AT TIAN'AN SHANG SECT'S RESIDENCE???"
It was none other than the Second Young Master Shang, Shang Zichen.
A flicker of recognition crossed his face when he saw the tangled strands of black hair, akin to storm-tossed seaweed, which marked one of the fighters.
"Huang Taichen, stop at once."
Huang Taichen scoffed at Shang Zichen. He raised a finger at the man atop the stairs and snarled at him, "Very well. You finally dare to make your appearance. What's with these rumors I heard at Tian'an City?"
