As soon as the Imperial Guards stepped forward, the guards of the Ghost Market, who had a murderous look in their eyes upon seeing Li Guanyi draw his sword, now unmistakably showed a hint of dread. The three words "Imperial Guard" signified what was both aristocratic and formidable.
Suddenly, laughter was heard.
"Everyone stop, stop, put your swords away."
"The military officer is truly imposing."
A man in his thirties, dressed in the long gown of a scholar, came forward, a smile on his face. He pushed through the guards who had drawn their weapons, and with many steps still between them, he clasped his hands in greeting and said, "I'm here to apologize, to apologize. Is it that the tribute from our side wasn't sufficient?"
"It's impolite, truly impolite."
