As soon as he sneaked into the pavilion, Wang Zijia picked up on a peculiar sound.
"Senior Brother, you're so annoying, you hurt me!"
"You little imp, before you were always saying..."
Wang Zijia: "..."
After progressing a couple more steps, Wang Zijia paused, feeling uneasy. This had to be a game of "fight the landlord" surely, such an intense fight...
Wang Zijia glanced at Sanwa next to him with a convulsing expression, wanting to say something but ultimately remaining silent.
Watching the tangled figures in the ruins of the pavilion, Wang Zijia admitted that Sanwa was right – the intensity of the battle was indeed high.
He quietly concealed himself on the sidelines and observed the battle critically.
The air was faintly permeated by a bizarre sweet and fishy smell. The two were sweating heavily from the combat, clearly having partaken in a long and gruelling battle.
