The five men appeared to know one another. Judging from their postures, their gazes, and the subtle movements of their hands and feet, they were wary of each other, yet also seemed to be in a loose, watchful alliance.
Fang Shuwen was taken aback; this was not what he had expected at all.
'Could it be that this manor truly holds no ill will toward me and Long Qingzhi?'
'And who are these men?'
Among the five, the youngest was at least in his fifties, while the oldest was well past his prime and appeared decrepit.
However, every one of them radiated vigor, a clear sign that they each possessed extraordinary Martial Arts.
Suddenly, there was a loud BANG.
A teacup between two of the men suddenly exploded, sending tea and ceramic shards flying in all directions.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The shattered pieces embedded themselves in a pillar.
