Before reaching the north gate, Yue Shan's group ran into another bunch of people coming from the opposite direction.
When two groups of more than a hundred stalwart men met, it was like needle against awn, neither side willing to yield.
"Oh, isn't this Yue the General!"
A bald young man on the opposite side spoke with a touch of sarcasm, looking at the mountain-like robust Yue Shan.
"Bald Peng, you're also heading to the north gate."
Compared to Yue Shan, the bald man was just over seven feet tall, appearing somewhat "petite" among a group of eight-foot-tall men, yet no one dared to underestimate him, for he was Peng Hai, nicknamed Arhat War General.
Peng Hai squinted at Yue Shan: "So you're heading to the north gate, too."
"I see your brains aren't all in your muscles."
