"Lord Zhang?"
Zhang Baishi leaned weakly against a tree, studying Chen Ji under the moonlight, and sneered: "I'm no Lord Zhang. I'm just a Night Patrol at Chongli Pass."
Chen Ji smiled: "Then I'll follow Ah Sheng and call you Uncle Baisi."
In the forest, they were more than ten paces apart, a distance safe enough.
Chen Ji and Zhang Baishi stared at each other, their eyes never leaving the other. This was the true posture of a fight; a hunter's eyes should never leave the prey during a hunt.
Ah Sheng and Star both nervously gripped their swords. Zhang Baishi seemed weak but was quietly moving his joints to ensure his old, injured body wouldn't falter during a fight.
Yet he suddenly noticed that Chen Ji wasn't nervous at all. On the battlefield, those who remain this calm could be counted on one hand by Zhang Baishi.
He looked at Chen Ji and suddenly asked: "Ah Sheng, who is this?"
