Shi Feiyang's throat tightened, and his hands under the dark colored garment trembled slightly.
He looked at the silver bell swaying in Mu Tong's hair and couldn't help but sigh, "In that case, I shall take my leave." As he turned to leave, he suddenly heard the rustling of the bamboo forest around him, and twelve shadows appeared like specters, surrounding him completely.
"Trespassing into Duke Qian's Mansion, you shall be executed!" The leading elder in grey stepped forward, snapping open the iron fan in his hand with a "pop." The fan's surface displayed a Tai Chi Diagram that shimmered faintly—he was none other than the Hospital Director of the Mu Mansion, "Mr. Tie Shan" Lu Wenyuan. To his left stood "Pressure Point Hand" Zhou Wentong wielding a judge's brush, to his right hung "Cold Plum Sword" Zhang Han with a soft sword at his waist; the three formed a triangular formation trapping Shi Feiyang at its center.
