In the Flying Dragon Guard’s courtyard, there was heavy solemnity.

Sir Yan entered it full of spirit. Looking at the crowd that lay all across the ground like dead dogs, he wondered aloud, “Did you lot go thieving last night?”

Wei Xuzhou lifted his head like a dying man on his last breath. “Sir, if you had come back just a bit later in the evening, we brothers would have since parted with you forever..”