"Why do you all seem so tense suddenly? Are you afraid that I'm an assassin?" Lu Zhen tilted his head with a chuckle.
"Who are you?" asked the youth in the white robe, his eyes narrowing as he studied Lu Zhen.
"I am Lu Zhen, here to kill every one of you."
He chuckled again, as a sword slowly materialised in front of his neck, its blade gleaming in the lantern's light.
Instantly, five people closed in around Lu Zhen, each armed with a different weapon, ready for battle.
But Lu Zhen remained calm, sitting comfortably in his chair without the slightest hint of worry.
"Raise your hands or die," demanded the one holding his sword at Lu Zhen's throat, his tone merciless.
"Why should I raise my hands?" Lu Zhen asked, shaking his head and remaining seated without moving an inch.
"You…" The tip of the sword inched ever closer to Lu Zhen's neck, until a voice suddenly broke the silence.
"Wait."
The youth in the white robe spoke up.
