"Look, look! Someone's blocking the gate to the Broken Sword Sect!"
"Holy shit, who's this badass? Daring to block the gates of the Broken Sword Sect?"
Amid the noisy chatter, the crowd on the street flocked toward the alley's entrance.
The diners in the nearby shop couldn't sit still, running out with steamed buns still in hand.
A tremor ran through Old Gao. He suddenly remembered something and ran over as well.
There in the alley stood a young man, poised and calm. It was the same person who had just been eating buns in the shop.
He stood before the gates of the Broken Sword Sect without a word.
And yet, from this simple act of standing there, no one from the Broken Sword Sect dared to emerge and accept the challenge. Not a single person even came out to question him.
The main gate of the Broken Sword Sect, which should have been bustling with people coming and going, was now deserted and silent because of one man.
