Suddenly...
A cold voice emitted from the bamboo house, "You didn't see wrong?"
Zu Qianqiu bumped the old man with his shoulder; the old man, with his broad, flat head, clasped his hands and said, "Holy Maiden, even if he turned into ashes, I would recognize him."
Zu Qianqiu, hearing no response, hastily continued:
"That night, the moonlight was dim, but with the lanterns shining, I saw him several times; the impression was too deep, I definitely can't be mistaken."
The cold female voice came again:
"With so many of you, having fought and killed in the martial world for decades, do you all fear just him?"
"He is just a few years old, and you flee at the sight of him, not daring to fight even once?"
The old bamboo craftsman looked up outside and gestured:
"Sichu Yan, you answer to the aunt."
A burly man responded and walked out; he was the leader commanding a troop of black-clad men to attack the residence.
