On the bitter boat.
The many villagers were all astonished at the passing members of the Heavenly Sword Sect, whispering among themselves in hushed tones.
"Who are those people? Are they also in distress? So many of them standing on just a log..."
"What kind of eyes do you have? Clearly, they are martial arts experts. To balance so many people on such a slender log, they must have significant backgrounds, but they probably aren't officials from the county government."
Someone stole a glance at Chen Mu's back.
If they were officials from the county government, they would certainly greet Chen Mu upon seeing him and wouldn't just pass by like this.
"Shh, I heard from my father-in-law's distant nephew's uncle that many storytellers' Martial Arts Sects seem to have come to Yu County. The group we saw just now, I think they were, what's it called... yes, Blood Hidden Pavilion!"
"I've heard about them too, but somehow, what you're saying doesn't seem right; it doesn't quite match."
