Uncle Tai's face changed abruptly.
When they had left Guangwu County and passed Sanshan Pavilion, they had caught a glimpse of this youth, with his bamboo staff and straw shoes, blocking the road with three hundred yards of Sword Qi. He remembered it vividly, and now, seeing him again, he couldn't help but draw his sword in preparation.
Wen Hongyun raised his hand to stop him.
The middle-aged man who had shown no unusual behavior along the way, now seemed to possess the strength of myriad pounds in his palm as he exchanged several quick moves with Uncle Tai, each capturing the other's arm, the standoff unresolved. Wen Hongyun looked at Uncle Tai and said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Tai, Master Qianshan is also a distinguished guest of the Wen Mansion..."
"Please refrain from rash actions."
The two martial artists guarding the hall drew their swords.
