"King of the Huns... Is there something about my clumsy registered disciple that you are dissatisfied with?"
The newcomer was dressed like a wanderer, a blade of dog tail grass hanging from the corner of his mouth, with a full beard covering his face... At this moment, one of his hands still rested on the open lapel of his robe, his face smiles—Master Musashi.
Attila frowned, but at the same time noticed that the other end of the unmoved whip suddenly loosened. Instinctively, he retracted his whip, and shot Da Zhe a deep glance before making a throttling motion with his whip toward Da Zhe's neck.
Da Zhe shrugged casually.
Attila let out a cold laugh, glanced again at Master Musashi, then left straight away.
As for Master Musashi, he didn't attempt to stop this Hunnic King Attila... only after Attila had entered the Palace of Eternal Night did he approach Fish Ball Qiang, gave him a look, and said blandly, "Where's the thing I asked for?"
