Outside the gate of a large mansion in the Inner City, the sitting hall masters of several martial arts guilds gathered at a nearby restaurant, each drinking tea.
However, judging by their occasional glances out the window with expectant expressions, it seemed more like they were waiting for a spectacle.
Han Yang from the Celestial Eagle Martial Arts Hall asked:
"Have the invitations been sent?"
Mu Chun from the Broken Blade Sect nodded:
"He's a captain from the Zhechong Prefecture; he may not care to show respect to us old folks."
Zhu Wan from the Divine Hand Sect sneered:
"We never expected to rely on our personal connections to make Captain Tao relent. It's just a gesture, and if Bai Qilang sees it, it's a favor all the same."
Mu Chun held two iron balls in his hand, constantly rubbing and colliding them:
"A strong dragon does not suppress a local bully; why doesn't Captain Tao understand this principle?
