Zhao Qiancheng and Zhuang Xiujie stood quietly at the main entrance, watching as the figures and vehicles before them receded into the distance and the commotion died down.
"...Most of the people who came tonight were from Cloud Dragon Hall and the West Mountain Sect. Shao Jinchuan, practitioner of the 'West Mountain Camel Fist,' once duelled our Master, who snapped the tendons in his right arm."
"Since then, whenever he tries to exert strength, both his hands tremble uncontrollably. His power and reputation have greatly diminished. He's probably been harboring this grudge for nearly twenty years..."
"Where is he now?"
"We patched him up and left him at the highway entrance. People from Cloud Dragon Hall and the West Mountain Sect will naturally come for him when they get the news."
