"Aargh!!" As the pain from his severed arm registered, Sikong Jiu screamed in anguish.
"Young Master!!" Blackie and Whitey quickly arrived at their master's side and tended to his wound.
"What happened?!"
"I don't know. I couldn't see a thing."
"Isn't there anyone who can elaborate on this?"
"I can!!" A hoarse male voice sounded within the crowd.
The crowd turned their heads toward the owner of that voice and recognized him right away.
"Uncle Ji!! Please, would you mind describing what just happened?" One amongst the crowd pleaded.
Uncle Ji had been a Two Talons Warrior before retiring from the cultivation world to live as an ordinary street merchant.
Nevertheless, his former reputation lingered in the minds of the people in this area, still earning their respect after all this while.
Faced with the crowd's pleading looks, Uncle Ji nodded with a profound light flashing through his eyes.
