"Working for the Great Scholar isn't exactly hard labor."
Old Dao Bazi's Bamboo Leaf Blade effortlessly sliced through the Liao Ghost's corpse. Years of wielding his blade had made him prideful of his skill in flaying.
Human skin, cut diagonally, revealed the fat beneath—a layer pressed seamlessly under the knife, while above the blade there wasn't a trace of fat or blood. The skin peeled clean, as flawless as fine silk.
"East Market Street has been turbulent lately. Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun are becoming more ruthless."
Old Dao Bazi rarely met Zhou Xuan or Lv Mingkun. Initially, he hadn't witnessed Lv Mingkun's blade technique and didn't know he was a Wuzuo.
It wasn't until the battle on East Market Street that, upon secretly observing them, he realized both young men weren't ordinary—one was a Wuzuo destined to rise, and the other was the Zhou Family's Nuo God who managed to kill Lu Yusheng.
