After several sword strikes, Shi Bu collapsed to the ground.
With the help of two young men, he stood up, and all three of them now had a look of awe in their eyes. The people of the Grassland Tribes have this good point: if you defeat them in a way they respect, they won't hold a grudge but will instead regard you as a reliable friend.
Hou Niao had fought with people in the Soul Realm with his sword for many decades; such a method was practically cheating.
Shi Bu's dark face flushed red, and although he was eager to make acquaintance, his clumsy speech left him somewhat at a loss for words.
However, Hou Niao was quite personable and knew how to extend an olive branch, "Is there someone called Shi Le among the nobility?"
Shi Bu nodded eagerly. The Golden Bloodline of the Shi family had their own respect for strong swordsmen, "Yes, that is a cousin of the third house to the fifth uncle on my maternal side's nephew. Do you know him?"
