"Knock, knock, knock."
"Come in."
The gray-haired elder gently pushed the door open to see Xiang Wudi, dressed in a loose, black practice attire, kneeling in the center of the quiet room, silently wiping his red tasseled spear.
The quiet room was spacious, the light from several oil lamps barely enough to illuminate the walls, serene and settled...
"Young Master."
The gray-haired elder bowed slightly and spoke softly, "Yang Erlang has sent a message, asking you to set the time and place for the duel as soon as possible."
Xiang Wudi's hands steadily continued to wipe the spearhead, and after a long silence, he said, "Let it be set for three days from now, please find a secluded place outside the city."
The gray-haired elder hesitated and confirmed, "Outside the city?"
Xiang Wudi nodded, "Outside the city."
The gray-haired elder paused for a few moments, his face tinged with worry as he asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what are your chances of winning?"
