Gu Yu looked downwards and saw that the street below was already packed with people.
Cao Huazhang was swinging his fists, fighting with a group of men. A delicate wooden casket had been thrown to the ground, spilling out rouge and powders. He had greatly progressed in saber movements under Gu Yu's guidance, yet at this moment, surrounded by enemies, he had no opportunity to draw his saber.
Another person stood outside the circle, watching Cao Huazhang being beaten, laughing arrogantly.
This person was around twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in elegant attire with a jade headpiece, clearly from a wealthy family. Seeing Gu Yu looking down, he suddenly moved, like a leaf caught by the wind, floating gently down to the third-floor balcony.
"Ah, it's young master Xu Jie. Have you eaten your fill and come here especially to trouble my servant?"
