The members of the Chamber stirred; some looked as if a cow pie dangled below their noses, while some began mustering their Internal Breaths, preparing for a melee.

Yan Wushuang rushed forward and clasped a hand over Chu Xun's mouth and dragged him back. A fight could really break out if he did not hold the fool back.

"Well then, gentlemen, we'd best be on our way," said Yan Wushuang.

And he never let go of his grip of Chu Xun until they finally went ...