Chapter 25: Delivery
“What do you want?” Yu Han took a step back, his hand going to his dagger.
“Your timidity embarrasses our Riversong City,” Sima Yan said with disdain. “Why were you at the Elder’s residence for so long?”
“None of your business,” Yu Han replied. He unsheathed the dagger and tried to walk away.
“You dare disrespect the Young Master?” Pang Jiming said. He rolled up his sleeve and blocked Yu Han’s way. Ma San went behind him.
“You lived and breathed in my Riversong City,” Sima Yan said, hands behind his back. “Your family have paid tax and veneration to ours for generations. Yet now that you have some semblance of cultivation talent, you forget that obligation. If your ancestors knew, they would no doubt be rolling in their graves.”
He patted Yu Han’s shoulder, as if not afraid of the dagger at all. “Speak. What has Elder Scribe given you? Isn’t it your duty as a dweller of my city to pay heed?”
“Now that ain’t fair, is it?” a voice called out.
Sima Yan’s face darkened, turning towards the voice. But a shadow flew over, whooshing through the air.
“Young Master, watch ou—” Pang Jiming was horrified.