Pedestrians jostled against one another, their shoulders bumping and rubbing together amongst the flow of the masses going about their business. Despite the stream of people rushing about, they parted before the pair that stood motionless in the middle of the crowd. Like a river that flowed around a large rock, the passing crowd seemed to avoid both men that stood in the center of the street.
Meng Qi was wearing a green garment with his long sword hanging from his waist. He brushed past Shangguan Heng, who wore a blank expression as he stood in place. He put on an air of carefreeness as if he was sure that Shangguan Heng wouldn't strike him in a fit of embarrassed anger. Or perhaps he had complete confidence in his strength and didn't care if Shangguan Heng tried to ambush him.
Shangguan Heng's face reddened. He could hardly believe that he was defeated just like that. But the facts couldn't be denied. He had clearly been defeated.
