"Then I shall respectfully comply," the man who was called upon also stood up, laughing as he spoke.
One of them stood with his hands clasped behind his back, while the other held a folding fan, both exuding a graceful demeanor.
As Spiritual Energy surged around them, what seemed like a friendly spar was actually executed with genuine skill.
The sound of a zither emanated from within the room, its notes sharp like clashing armies, echoing like the roaring Yangtze flowing eastward.
The heavy battle rhythm, "boom-drum-drum," as if invoking vivid pictures of severed enemy heads amidst vast armies.
It stirred the blood to such a boil within that one could hardly resist the urge to wage war against both heaven and earth.
As if inspired by the zither's melodies, the two men in the Plum Garden next to the Zither Room unleashed their True Fire.
One fist thundered forth with the true intent of the martial way,
