“Waiter, bring me some tea!” A burly man was the first to dismount, a large blade strapped to his back, moving with agility that suggested some skill. He strode into the roadside tea house with long strides. Behind him, a group of over ten horsemen also dismounted and followed.
Just after the New Year, there weren’t many travelers on the road. The waiter quickly served several dozen bowls of tea. “Here you go! Cool and refreshing tea, please enjoy slowly.”
The burly man drank in one gulp, exclaiming with pleasure, then asked the young waiter, “How far is it to Feng Yin Ferry?”
“Just a day’s ride,” the waiter replied, “Where are you gentlemen heading?”
“With all the buzz about Sea Oath Island, how could we not go and see? We’re delivering goods and thought we’d take a trip out to sea and check it out!”
The waiter’s face changed in shock, urgently saying, “Sir! You absolutely must not go!”
“Must not go?!” The man raised his voice.
“Yes! Haven’t you heard? Everyone who goes never returns! Just here, Young Master Yu went to sea last time and never came back!”
With a loud “bang”, the man’s eyes widened as he smashed the bowl on the ground. “Do you know who I am? My throat-cutting blade isn’t wielded for nothing! You dare compare me to some pretty boy?”
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“There’s nowhere in this world I can’t go!”
“Brothers, let’s go!” The man was straightforward, just with a bit of a temper, meaning no harm, simply leaving in anger.
Half a month later, a body was found on the beach, face unrecognizable, but the throat-cutting blade beside him was known to the martial world. Feng Long, a minor celebrity in the jianghu, had met an untimely end, and his companions had vanished without a trace.
“Are you ready?” This was a woman around thirty years old, but her voice was as cold as Satan from hell.
The woman suddenly drifted in front of another woman, and only then, with the help of the faint light, could one glimpse the young woman’s features.
