"Quick, go look! There's a fight over there."
At that moment, a commotion suddenly erupted all around. Qin Yuesheng looked toward the source of the noise and saw a crowd of people with faces covered by cloths rapidly running in the same direction.
"A group of people is fighting over there, it's quite intense."
"Really? Really? Who is it?"
Qin Yuesheng saw that the crowd completely ignored the densely populated public area, and despite the lack of air circulation which increased the chances of catching a cold, they all ran toward a certain spot.
Feeling curious, he quickly jumped onto the eaves of a nearby building and ran towards the direction where the crowd was gathering most densely.
On the street, two sword-wielding men were engaged in combat. Their sword technique was impressive, and their movements seemed seasoned and skilled.
One man was dressed in a red robe, about thirty years old, while his opponent was a young man in his twenties.
