The heavy rain swept down.
Dark clouds rolled.
Outside the vast Shisu Town, Li Yuanshan sat upright on horseback, one hand holding an umbrella, the other clasped behind his back, rising and falling with the sway of the horse.
Chen Yang held a sword in one hand, his gaze indifferent.
The two were separated by thirty meters.
One still, one in motion.
Behind them was Shisu Town; people came and went constantly on the road, some hurrying past, others stopping to watch.
At this moment, this scene—any frame cut from it would be a monochrome painting steeped in Martial World flavor.
"What's wrong, is that question so hard to answer?"
Seeing Chen Yang remain silent, Li Yuanshan spoke again; he seemed full of good humor, yet his eyes gradually narrowed.
Chen Yang shifted the umbrella a bit more over Gu Zhiqing's head, then said lightly, "I just don't want to answer."
"Boy, you dare go against my wishes?"
