Master Meng, Meng Minshou, terrified out of his wits, grabbed the hem of his robe and ran over.
"Master Li, it's my fault! It's my fault!" he said while slapping his own face, "I'm old and sick, and my ears are not good; I didn't hear your noble words!"
"Can you hear them now?" Li Changzhou asked him.
"I can hear, I can hear now!" Meng Minshou nodded repeatedly.
Li Changzhou walked towards the group of men, and people quickly cleared a path for him.
Perhaps there were those who did not recognize him before, but the news of Master Li surviving an assassin's attack had dominated the newspaper headlines for two days. Wait a few more days, and not just Song City, but all of Xia Country would know what he looked like.
Li Changzhou approached the group of men and asked them, "Do you recognize me?"
Some nodded, some shook their heads, and others looked indifferent.
"Sir, please, give us something to eat!" the man who had been beaten earlier pleaded.
