Flipping himself off the horse, the young master strolled into the village.
"Why don’t you come out? Haven’t you been trying to draw us out?" His voice rang out as he surveyed his surroundings.
"Now, I’ve come."
As his voice fell, a figure appeared in front of the old well in the middle of the village.
It was a person clad in black robes, with long unkempt hair falling all over its shoulders, its arms hanging limply by its side.
The figure’s head was bowed, preventing a clear view of its face. It simply stood facing the Young Master. Aside, the horse Lu Quanan had left behind had vanished into thin air. Only a bag of rations lay beside the well.
"We’ve long laid down an agreement not to cross over into each other’s affairs. What’s the meaning behind your attacks?" The Young Master demanded coldly.
"SWISH!"
All that came in reply was an iron ax shooting towards him, heading straight for his flank.