The green-clothed old man hummed, not bothering to respond.
Two men and a dog, as if no one else existed, walked directly toward this side.
In his left hand, he formed a sword technique, and in his right, another sword technique, but between his index and middle finger, he clutched a yellow talisman.
"Quick—"
With a clear shout from the young man, the yellow talisman in his hand ignited, and the flame, carrying the talisman, spun into the sky.
All eyes fell upon the two of them, and the crowd was taken aback, "Two scholars?"
The pair looked like scholars, especially the youth, who was merely eleven or twelve years old, appearing green and tender, even younger than Li Tianxiu, dressed unmistakably as a newly honored scholar from this temple examination.
But was that bamboo just now conjured by him?
Why so domineering, so ferocious?
Mr. Zeng watched the two, speaking in a grave tone, "Is the approaching person Mr. Fu Leisheng?"
