"Little brother, one must not act recklessly upon arriving in Xianyang, one should watch quietly for changes," the man in plain clothes reminded, his face bearing the look of worry as if he carried the troubles of the world.
The dark-skinned giant grinned sheepishly and scratched his head, but the fierceness in his eyes was unmistakable.
The man in the green robe caressed his long beard and haughtily said, "Xianyang is nothing special."
Compared to the fierce dark-skinned giant, an air of arrogance surrounded him, apparent to anyone at first glance.
These three men hailed from a certain dynasty, all hidden among the market crowds. They happened across each other, sparred, and after mutual admiration, they formed a sworn brotherhood in the Peach Garden.
The man in plain clothes was named Liu Xuan, the dark-skinned giant was Zhang Fei, and the man in the green robe was Guan Wu.
Guan Wu was indeed the Sacred Blade of the Azure Dragon whom Su Yie had seen listed in the invitation!
