After dealing with the trivial matters of the mansion, Zhu Ju had just picked up his teacup to sample the new tea when he suddenly paused.
He then put down the cup and walked out of the room.
A short while later, he arrived near the courtyard where "Tong Li" was staying.
"Halt!"
In a blur of motion, Mok Ying, cradling a longsword and wearing a bamboo hat, blocked his path.
"You are not permitted here."
"Oh?"
Zhu Ju gave a wry smile.
"This is the Zhu Mansion, and I am its master. Is there any place here that I cannot enter?"
With that,
he began to walk forward again.
SWISH!
A cold light flashed as a blade, sharp enough to slice through jade, barred his way, pulsing with a fierce killing intent.
Mok Ying showed no regard for the so-called "master of the Zhu Mansion" before him, barking coldly,
"Leave now if you don't want to die."
"It seems your master didn't teach you any manners." Zhu Ju shook his head lightly and flicked a finger.
"Move!"
DING...
