After escorting Li Zhang, Li Yujian turned and walked back into the west courtyard, the morning mist hadn't completely dissipated, and a thin layer of fog still shrouded the cobblestone path.
Liu Xiong sat leisurely in the tree in the yard, legs swinging, as he sip of his dark gray gourd of wine in his hand. He's either sitting in the tree or the rooftops.
He looked down at Li Yujian, with a sly glint in his eyes.
"Watching your brother run off to the central arena, leaving you all alone?" Liu Xiong said, then jumped down from the tree, landing without making a sound: "You know, the year-end tournament in South River City, though the venue isn't large, is very exciting. Don't tell me you kids are content to stay home and watch the leaves fall?"
