"Spineless rats, get lost!"
"A Martial Artist! Lord Martial Artist, spare our lives."
The two immediately helped the large man to his feet and fled in disarray without another word. Seeing their terrified expressions, it was clear they had no intention of getting revenge.
"I wasn't too concerned about those three petty thugs," Zhao Zuo said with a grateful bow. The man who had arrived was, coincidentally, the very Demon Path Cultivator who sold medicinal herbs in the black market while disguised as a member of the Mountain Patrol.
"It's nothing. I just helped out since I was here," the man said with a dismissive wave. "My surname is Shi. I seem to be a few years your senior. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Shi."
"Brother Shi."
The two exchanged names and began walking together. After chatting for about fifty meters, they both turned into a dark, secluded alley.
"I didn't realize Brother Shi lived on Black Stone Street as well," Zhao Zuo said.
