Chapter 130 The Windchaser, Zhu Mei

Old Shang began laughing loudly. "Hahahahah! That squat shorty is the Fifth of the Six Terrors! A friend as close as a brother of mine!" He gulped down his liquor and went on, "We enjoyed quite a reputation out here away from the borders. Hence, people began calling us the Six Terrors of the Frontier! All six of us served during the relief of the great earthquake long ago and we met your father then. It was during our battles together that we came to respect and admire him. He is not one of the Six, but he remains a brother to us. I'm the Third of the Six, so you can call me Third Uncle. The shorty is the Fifth, so you can just call him Fifth Uncle too." So these are the Six Terrors, I thought to myself. The name of the Six Terrors traveled far and wide; their exploits were known to all practitioners of magic and arcane skills across the land. Each of the Six was rumored to possess extraordinary powers or skills, but they rarely ventured away into China proper, preferring to remain in the frontier. But the name of the Six Terrors summoned to mind the impression of outlaws. The younger Shang had confessed to knowing that his father was somewhat of a marauder in his younger days. The Six Terrors were hardly simple and nice folk, but they were hardly evil too.