Legend of The Young Master
His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
Not Really a Battle
Master Zhang waited a moment, looking at the two messengers. "Wait here," he said aloud. These were the first words Han had heard from any of them since they left the Royal Camp. The black-clad Qi warriors vanished into the woods.
An hour passed. It was cold – the spring evenings were longer, but not much warmer. Han couldn't decide whether he was cold enough to take his great cloak out of the bundle behind his crupper or not. He didn't want to be caught dismounted at the wrong moment. He cursed Master Zhang and his silence.
He kept looking at the older messenger, Feng, who waited, apparently calm, without fidgeting, for the whole hour.
"Here they come," Han said suddenly.
Master Zhang walked up to his horse and sheathed his sword on the saddle. "Come," he said. He was smiling.
He walked off up the steep hill, and all the horses followed him. "Uncanny," Feng said. He spat and made an avert sign.