Lee He Song placed his hands onto the doors of a small house along the street.
Inside it, a man with a thick moustache and beard was slurping some noodles with the candle burning beside him.
Creak.
The doors of the house creaked open, and Lee He Song entered the house.
The owner of the house stopped his slurping of the noodles, placed the bowl he had in his hands on the table and reached for his saber lying beside him.
His face glowed in an orange tint when he looked up to see who had come into his house.
"Next time, please knock." The man gave out a long sigh of relief when he saw that it was Lee He Song.
Times were chaotic and the man thought that it was one of his enemies that had come to end his life.
"I see that you are living an exciting life as usual." Lee He Song dragged a chair towards him, turned it around and sat down.
