The youth upstairs in Chunfeng Courtyard stands by the railing, casually holding a jar of wine, watching the Yulin Army leave and return.
He didn't expect Chen Ji and his men, after managing to fight their way out, would come back to fight again.
The ruffians from Heji also didn't expect it.
Just as people don't want to believe there's still a Jianghu in this world, the legendary stories from storytellers should be forgotten after drinking.
The youth only felt that Chen Ji and his group seemed different once they returned from the alley.
With interest, he said to Zhou Kuang: "The sword finally has Sword Intent, it's reached another level. Zhou Kuang, what were the chances of your Brave Guards from the Five Armies Camp defeating them before?"
Zhou Kuang thought for a moment and said, "Ten out of ten."
The youth smiled again: "And now?"
Zhou Kuang thought for a while: "Five out of ten."
The youth laughed heartily: "Still five out of ten, is their formation not impressive?"
