With the Silver Horn mercenary group here, Corbin wasn't too worried, and besides, there wasn't enough time.
It was just that Pai's personality was truly terrible; even his disciple only knew how to look at people down his nose.
Waiting until Pai's figure had completely disappeared, Corbin and Richard looked at each other and ducked into Old Jack's tent simultaneously.
Seeing this, Hugh followed them in. Old Jack was still angry, patting his student's head in annoyance: "You silly boy, Tara, you can't beat him. Next time he comes to make trouble, call for help. You were just lucky this time."
"I was afraid he would disturb you, Teacher," Tara said aggrievedly, touching his head.
Old Jack glared at him, wishing iron could turn into steel, before ducking into the tent.
"Uncle Jack, sit here." Corbin attentively patted Old Jack's special reclining chair.
