On either side of the torn brown leather canopy of the carriage, the charcoal bearer and the mute old woman were first taken aback,
then they both sneered.
"The title of Left Alliance Master of Songshan indeed carries weight," the mute old woman let out a cunning laugh from her shrill throat, "but you... don't seem as formidable as this old body feared."
"What's the use of making up a title?"
"If you wish to scare us off, let's see how much you weigh."
The mute old woman's words were meant to lure the enemy, the charcoal bearer stomped on the canopy, creating a cracking sound on the brown leather,
and his figure swiftly swept through!
The handle of the sword hidden in the sleeve was not visible, nor were the old man's hands.
The autumn wind was strong, dark clouds surrounded all sides, and the moonlight appeared and disappeared intermittently.
The old man's long sword, with its blade light hard to find, seemed to also flicker in and out of existence!
"Heh~!"
