Yang Ge looked puzzled at the thick-backed, square-headed, and large cleaver in the black-clad swordsman's hand, and turned to ask, "Which sect's leader is this old fellow from?"
"He is no old fellow!"
Yang Tiansheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his teeth clenched fiercely as he said, "Although this man has tried hard to conceal his identity, the move he just used was clearly 'Milky Way Descending for Nine Days' from the Tianhe Sword Sect... Haven't I recognized you correctly? Yu Cangshan, Sect Leader Yu?"
"Tianhe Sword Sect?"
Yang Ge felt the name sounded somewhat familiar and, after thinking hard, suddenly remembered, "Oh... you were involved in the killings at Lianhuan Fort, roles three and six, right?"
The black-clad cleaver-wielder lifted his large cleaver and pointed it at Yang Ge, "I am 'Stormy Three Cleaver' Meng Sanxing, the great thief of River East. Stop spouting nonsense!"
"Denying it doesn't matter..."
