The man tried to reason: “Brother, we’re both wanderers. In this wilderness, where else can I find a place to shelter from the rain? Just be accommodating. I won’t do anything; I’ll leave once the rain stops. Or I can give you silver…”
As he was about to reach for his money pouch, Yan Xiaohan remained cold: “No.”
“How can you be so unreasonable?” The man said angrily, “Is this temple built by your family?”
Or did the temple god hire you as a watchdog? How much is your monthly pay? I’ll give you double!”
Yan Xiaohan: “…”
Accidentally, he had hit the nail on the head.
His eyes grew cold, his fingers gripping the sword hilt, pressing down, with rainwater forming a silver thread-like light at the sword tip—
Chapter 47 Thunder | Comes Unexpectedly
Rainwater flowed along the edge of the bamboo hat, like a veil for the man. He caught Yan Xiaohan’s extremely subtle movement, his eyebrows jumping, and reached behind for the long cloth package.
At that moment, a heavenly call suddenly came from the hall, interrupting the tense standoff between the two.
“Yan—” At the critical moment, the King of Qi spoke, “Cough, it’s fine, let him come in.”
Before Yan Xiaohan could respond, the man immediately withdrew his hand as quickly as he had reached for his money pouch, shouting, “Listen, listen, the god has spoken, don’t block the way, let me in!”
As soon as the man spoke, it was like ten mynas squawking in his ears, his voice like a broken gong. Reluctantly, he sheathed his sword. When the man dismounted, Yan Xiaohan’s keen ears suddenly caught a crisp sound, like metal striking stone, a “clang” that was long and lingering.
He immediately fixed his gaze on the man, who walked towards him with a slightly provocative smile. As they passed each other, Yan Xiaohan suddenly reached back, swiftly pulling down the man’s package.
The man reacted quickly, almost simultaneously grabbing the other end of the package. His bamboo hat slipped back, revealing an ordinary face.
“Unsheathe the sword,” Yan Xiaohan said expressionlessly.
The man looked bewildered: “Unsheathe a sword? What sword?”
Yan Xiaohan’s gaze dropped to the cloth package in their hands. The man looked and immediately laughed relaxedly: “Oh, this? This is not a sword.”
“Open it.”
