Watching the four people depart, Cheng Ziang very elegantly flipped a decorative knife before sheathing his long sword. However, the crowd of onlookers didn't give the enthusiastic applause he had hoped for, but instead stared at them wide-eyed, then looked at each other in disbelief, emitting sounds of astonishment.
Although dissatisfied with such a result, Cheng Ziang could only helplessly shrug his shoulders, appearing indifferent.
The merchant who had been extorted carefully stood up, patted the dust off his body, and then cautiously approached Cheng Ziang, asking tentatively, "May I, may I ask who you are..."
"We come from the west and arrived in the town only yesterday," Cheng Ziang replied.
"Yesterday... Oh, you are the saints from the west," the merchant said, as if he had suddenly realized.
"There is but one saint, who is the eyes and ears of God, and we are the guardians from all four directions under the saint," Cheng Ziang said earnestly, without blinking an eye.
