'Isn't Liu Lang supposed to be watching Liu Hong?'
'Why is he here?'
Before he could dwell on it, Chen Yi pulled a black mask from his robes, tied it securely around the lower half of his face, and turned to look.
"Sword Madman?"
Liu Lang was also dressed in night clothes and wearing a black mask. The Treasure Blade he'd gotten from Chen Yi was slung over his shoulder, and he was looking at him with his head slightly raised.
"That would be me."
"But you, hiding your face like this... that's not how a Swordman should act."
Seeing that Liu Lang hadn't recognized him, Chen Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Before you say that, you might want to take a look at yourself."
Liu Lang glanced down at himself, paused, then said, "I am different from you."
"Even in these night clothes, I am still open and honorable."
Chen Yi: "..."
'Damn it, how did I never realize he was so glib?'
