"Welcome, Half-Blade," Ji says without sparing Zhi a glance. He says nothing else, as if the Half-Blade's novelty has already worn off and his interest in the swordsman passed.
The tiger's maw gapes from a loud, drawn out yawn. He lazily slouches back in his seat as the new pair in the ring...
"Half-Blade Zhi, you are remarkable. Join me."
Ji sits back in his seat. The Half-Blade put on the most entertaining show thus far, and the befuddled faces of the other pitiful lords and warriors around them is an extra, welcome gift to the tiger. He turns his attention to the crowd now.
"I am...
A murmur of discontent rises from the crowd as Iron Gong's representative combatant steps forward. Across the way from the nameless vagrant, a tall lord with a lengthy, wiry physique snickers. There were few martial warriors across the Barrows who had not heard the infamous tales of bloodshed of...
"I wish to be strong like them, Master," Jaha the errand boy comments from the Tiger's side. Of course he desired to wield such might so that he could fell his captors. The monk's sturdy staff clashes with the warrior's rigid blade. They are caught in fierce stalemate.
"You do well enough...
Mount Hoa Qua Monastery
THE TIGER FESTIVAL
The first day is for bread. Food to satisfy Hu Ji's gluttonous appetite is brought by the Banners.
The second day is for beverage. Spirits to sate Hu Ji's bottomless thirst is brought by the ascetics.
The third day is for blood. The third day is the...
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