"Fang Zhe, are you going to make an enemy of our Four Great Families?" Changsun Yi'an snapped his folding fan shut with a threatening tone.
"I just don't want to be complicit with you, that's a disgrace to a swordsman, and a disgrace to my Fang Family." Having said this, Fang Zhe led the charge leaping off the city wall.
One by one, disciples of the Fang Family followed closely behind, and among the crowd, a few young people with slightly different attire jumped down as well.
"Changsun Feiyun, Song Mingcheng, Mo Jing, what are you doing?" Changsun Wuji, with keen eyes, immediately recognized the two and sharply questioned.
The gaze of other Young Masters simultaneously turned, realizing that besides the ones called out, Changsun Feiyun, Song Yucheng, and Mo Jing, there were dozens of their own family disciples quietly mingling in the Fang Family's ranks.
