In the time following the incident, he was learning something new every day.
With a plan in his heart, as the old man on the other side descended to the third floor, Yang Yan had decided not to go further down once he reached the third floor. He would then stand there, shouting loudly at the old man as he left the building.
At this moment, he glanced down to see clusters of people below in the garden, many of whom were visibly skilled in martial arts.
Determined, Yang Yan continued down the narrow staircase to the third floor, halfway down he could already see the layout of the third floor and immediately looked towards the old man's figure in the hallway - but saw nothing.
Yang Yan was instantly rooted to the spot as he rapidly scanned the hall. His body, conditioned by numerous close calls, tensed instinctively. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword, a storming surge accumulated within him.
This action saved him.
