"Clowns?"
Feng Ma who was already up in the clouds with his uncontrollable anger shouted disdainfully.
"Yeah, you are a Clown. All of you are."
The disciple with the bow replied angrily.
He was also fed up by how the fourteen disciples who were supposed to protect him were already thrown off the stage by the three musketeers in front of him.
While he was unable to deal with just a single drunk disciple.
'Gulp.'
Feng Ma took a mouthful of his favorite wine from his wine flask and scoffed at the disciple's word as he pointed his hand and wine flask at Si Chen and Pi Hao, respectively.
"You can call them clowns, fools, or whatever you want but don't you dare call me or my Brother, Brother Zhao Luo with such ridiculous names, Gulp, Gulp."
Feng Ma yelled at the disciple as his feet quivered continuously throughout his amazing speech.
'Tap.'
Si Chen and Pi Hao tapped Feng Ma's shoulders from the left and the right.
"What?"
Feng Ma raised his brows as he grinned at them knowing full well about what he had just said.
'Nod.'
Si Chen and Pi Hao looked at each other and gave a nod at the same time.
'Thud!'
'agh~'
Pi Hao's light punch landed on Feng Ma's nose and Si Chen used both of his hands to push Feng Ma back to Zhao Luo.
"Brother I think he needs to sober up."
Si Chen told Zhao Luo as he looked back at the disciple who was pulling back the bowstring.
'Tap.'
Zhao Luo grabbed Feng Ma by his arms and their eyes met.
"Brother..."
Feng Ma felt wronged as first his butt had been invaded by the deflected arrow and now the disciples who were his brothers, his comrades, were pushing him around.
Thus he looked at Zhao Luo with complaining eyes.
"They let you off easy. Go join them."
Zhao Luo gently tapped on his back with his palm and pushed Feng Ma towards Si Chen and Pi Hao.
"My disciple brothers are very special."
Zhao Luo had a deep smile etched on his face while he looking over them from his spot as they fought with the bow user one move at a time.
"All the threats have been eliminated. Now they just need to take him down."
Zhao Luo mumbled to himself as he glanced around and found no one approaching them, but then,
'What?'
Zhao Luo's eyes stopped somewhere far away on the giant stage.
"Why are they gathering around?"
Zhao Luo murmured as he found a single disciple being surrounded by many disciples and many others were joining the fray too.
Through the space between the disciples who were making a circle to trap that disciple, Zhao Luo was able to get a few more details as the blurry vision of a veil on the face of the disciple entered his sight.
It was probably a female disciple who looked like she was in a middle of a storm.
'A lion surrounded by hyenas.'
Zhao Luo thought as even though Zhao Luo could not see her properly, he praised her in his heart when the female disciple swung her sword, showing her quality of not backing down even when she was badly outnumbered.
An unexplainable feeling was taking over him that he had no idea of as his heart ached, while his mind on the other hand was only on a single track of thought.
'I need to help her.'
Zhao Luo hurriedly lowered his body as he was going in the position of using his foot technique.
'Crack.'
The stage under his feet literally rattled as Zhao Luo pushed his feet an inch deep in the tiles of the giant stage and soon a big circular dent was left under his feet when he raised his heel upwards and at the same time, Zhao Luo vanished from his spot, leaving behind two words floating there.
"Half Walk."
Zhao Luo moved 8 meters away from his earlier position and appeared in the direction of the disciples who were surrounding the veiled disciple.
Zhao Luo continuously used Half Walk more than a dozen times to get close to the big group ahead of him.
After moving more than a hundred meters in 14 breaths, Zhao Luo used, Half Walk, once again to appear next to the veiled lady.
"Are you okay?"
Zhao Luo's back was touching the disciple's back.
Till he was moving towards this place, he had not once laid his eyes on the female disciple again as his intentions were simply that of helping out a disciple who was being outnumbered.
Feeling the warmth of Zhao Luo's back entering her body, the female disciple slowly opened her mouth from behind the veil.
"I could have taken care of them b-but thank you!"
The disciple answered and as her voice entered Zhao Luo's ears, a big smile appeared on his face.
He turned around and grabbed her shoulder to turn her towards himself.
"Mo Anna."
Zhao Luo called her by her real name as he stared deeply into her eyes.
How could he not recognize the voice of one of the two people he had heard after leaving the capsule.
"That explains the ache in my heart and the feeling I had."
Zhao Luo mumbled leaving Rose confused and red in embarrassment.
But even though Zhao Luo couldn't see her expression through her veil, her happiness was easily visible through her red eyes.
"Look at these shameless disciples acting like a couple in broad daylight."
"Indeed, the royalty has fallen."
"We need to protect Brother Mo Suo's dignity."
The disciple's surrounding them shouted one after another.
They were stomping their feet and taking out their swords, axes, chains, and whatnot.
But all of their anger was directed at Zhao Luo and not Mo Anna.
Cursing at Mo Anna was just one of their excuse.
The same went for them trying to guard the dignity of the shameless King of the Outer Hall, Mo Suo.
These disciples just needed such excuses to carry out their motive.
Mo Anna stared at the faces of the disciples who were in the crowd surrounding her and Zhao Luo.
"They were all my pursuers."
Mo Anna said in a slightly disgusted tone.
