C174 (1/2)

When the first wisp of purple qi came from the east, Li Dao was already sitting by the window, breathing in and out.

Xiangyang City was bustling with activity today, and the streets were filled with people from the martial arts world.

The Martial Arts Competition was held several dozen miles away from the city. In the early morning, these martial artists rushed out of the city, afraid that they would be late by even a second.

When the sun's rays were hot, Li Dao stood up and tidied up his clothes.

Lifting his foot and stepping out of the restaurant's entrance, Li Dao stretched out his right hand and said, ”The wind is blowing!”

Li Dao started to bluster. Sun Zhenzi muttered to himself. He was really getting more and more confused by the young master's words.

At this time, there were no longer any martial artists on the street. There were only people who wanted to do business peacefully.

He went out of the city gate, jumped on his horse, and with a pinch on the horse's belly, the horse ran out with a cry.

There were very few civilians living in the Da Sheng Pass. This was the border where Song Meng fought. Most of the people that lived here had moved away. Only those who were old, weak, sick, or unwilling to leave their hometowns were left.

Today, however, the Victory Pass was bustling with noise and excitement. Saber-wielding practitioners followed suit, walking towards a manor within the pass.

At the entrance of the manor, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a moustache and a feathered crown on his head. At the end of his hair was a good leather bag.

This person was standing in front of the door. Whenever a martial artist walked in front of the door, he would always clasp his hands and salute.

Everyone from the martial arts world cupped their fists in return and said, ”Villa Owner Lu is too polite.”

This person was the owner of the manor, the original Young Master of Guiyun Manor at the edge of Tai Lake, the disciple of Old Huang Xie, Lu Guanyin.