The robust man who had earlier commented on the swordsmen beneath was first slightly startled in his heart, thinking that this unassuming fellow might be planning to compete with him. He was about to stand up when he immediately realized that the other man's target was actually a black-clad swordsman in front of him.
His heart first relaxed a little, then he felt somewhat perplexed.
Most of those present today were familiar faces, people who walked the Jianghu in the Northwest area and often crossed paths but had never seen this person's face before, nor heard of such a person appearing in the Northwest Jianghu.
However, black clothes, Mo Blade?
The man stroked his chin, furrowing his brow.
He thought it was a stranger, yet for some reason, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had heard of this person somewhere before, but the impression was not deep enough to remember at the moment.
