"That's me."
"Sorry, sorry... My apologies. I didn't recognize a true hero..."
The martial artist hurriedly returned the set of books to the shelf, bowed out of the bookstore, sweat from fear dripping on the ground without wiping it off, all while smiling: "Sorry, sorry... My apologies... I'll take my leave, or rather... we'll never meet again..."
Then he sprinted out the door.
The old man watched, dumbfounded, as the silver he had almost gotten flew away.
His beard was trembling with anger.
Furiously, he turned and said: "You, you you you... what are you really up to!"
Fang Che smiled: "I want to have a drink with you."
The old man shook his hands: "...You scoundrel!"
Although the bookstore was large, the commotion was quite significant. The Jianghu People, all sharp-eared and bright-eyed, had all heard Fang Che reveal his identity.
One by one, those who had come to buy books were struck as if they'd been hit by a thunderbolt on a sunny day.
