Li Changjiang flicked his spear with ease, shattering the fist shadows that filled the sky.
Dong Ping's face changed color in mid-air, and he twisted his body to retreat back to the high platform.
With an impassive face, Li Changjiang advanced with his spear when suddenly, a set of tables and chairs moved across the air, blocking his path.
Above the furniture, a dignified middle-aged Swordsman in a black robe with wide sleeves and two streaks of white in his temples, holding a sword in one hand and pouring wine with the other, laughed carelessly, "Old Water Ghost, you're still as unreasonable as ever. You show up uninvited and disrupt Dong's big event. Do you really think you're the one who calls the shots in the Jianghu? Do you also want to shout, 'Those who follow you will prosper, those who oppose you will perish'?"
This middle-aged Swordsman was none other than the master of Yunmeng Villa, 'Wondrous Swan Sword' Liu Changfeng.
