"The Forging Hall?"
Zhu He's gaze swept over the brawny man and the disciples behind him, a trace of apprehension flashing in his eyes. Then he looked back at the archer and sneered, "Well, well, if it isn't Liao Chuan! You old ghost, why aren't you hiding in that turtle shell of a Black Water Giant City? How dare you run out here and wade into these muddy waters? Aren't you afraid of being targeted and ending up without even a corpse to show for it?"
The archer, addressed as Liao Chuan, had a gaunt face, but his eyes were sharp.
He didn't get angry at the words. Instead, he let out a hoarse, low laugh that sounded like the cry of a night owl. "Heh heh... Old Ghost Zhu, it's been years, and your mouth is as foul as ever. Black Water Giant City is nice, but it gets dreadfully boring after a while. Besides, when an Exotic Treasure falls from the heavens, it belongs to the virtuous. This Luoxing Slope isn't your Wang Family's private garden, so why can't I, Liao Chuan, be here?"
