The people of Xujia Village had never imagined that their remote little hamlet would one day be surrounded by a massive contingent of government soldiers.
There were some twenty or thirty of them, all armed with blades, moving with strict, disciplined vigilance. Trailing behind them was an even larger crowd—monks, Taoists, and various martial artists—a sprawling, unruly mass that seemed to stretch on forever.
Faced with the menacing arrival of the soldiers, the village head was terrified, trembling with the fear that he might have failed to show them proper hospitality. To his shock, however, the leader of the group grabbed him by the collar the moment he arrived.
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