Like a leaf tumbling in the wind, a familiar shadow fleetingly appeared before Wang Mu. But before he could see clearly, the scenery shifted like undulating clouds, and his consciousness gradually dimmed at that moment.
…
When he awoke once more, a charming and pleasant voice reached his ears. "You, with your mediocre martial arts skills, seem to enjoy meddling in others' affairs."
Wang Mu opened his eyes and saw a handsome, red-clad young master looking at him with an amused expression.
Memories flooded his mind like a tide.
Surrounding him lay more than a dozen bandits and rogues, strewn about haphazardly.
His memory told him that a fierce battle had just taken place here. These bandits and rogues had been robbing passersby when he, unable to bear the injustice, stepped in to intervene. Unexpectedly, his limited Martial Arts skills nearly led to his downfall. At the critical moment, the red-clad young master had come to his rescue.
