"Brother Qing, what should we do?"
After leaving the inn, a group of Tai Sui Society ruffians gathered together and beat up a scoundrel: "You dare give false info? You've got a death wish?"
"Big brothers, I wouldn't dare, truly!"
The scoundrel, bleeding from his head, pleaded repeatedly.
"Did you... really see it?"
The person with triangular eyes glared fiercely at the scoundrel and asked sternly.
"My two eyes saw it clearly." The scoundrel swore repeatedly.
"Alright then, I'll trust you one last time."
The triangular-eyed 'Brother Qing' looked at the sky, and it was already near nightfall, with only the roadside kerosene lamps still casting light: "You all avoid this path for now. I need to summon a spell!"
