"A duel in Star-Moon City? The Cloud Hidden Sect truly has no small amount of nerve, daring to put forward such a demand."
In the very center of the Cold Pool, Old Monster Tianjue sat cross-legged. Judging only by his appearance, he seemed no more than just over fifty, with a broad forehead and a large face, dressed in a plain robe. His looks were nothing outstanding, yet the bearing of a grandmaster of his generation naturally radiated from him.
"Your martial nephew also finds it strange. Although the Cloud Hidden Sect doesn't know what's good for them, in the end, they are still a sect with deep roots and a long history. They can't possibly be unaware of how formidable Martial Uncle is. Putting forward such a demand is no different from seeking death. Could there be some conspiracy?" the sect master's respectful voice entered his ears. If one judged solely by appearance, he clearly looked somewhat older, though the ages of immortal cultivators could not be determined by looks alone in the first place.
"Conspiracy? What conspiracy could there be? It's not as if you don't know the background of Star-Moon City. Can a mere Cloud Hidden Sect really play any tricks?" Old Monster Tianjue said disapprovingly.
"But what the other side is doing truly goes against common sense."
"Hmph. What's the use of thinking so much? Perhaps the other side has already lost their minds. Don't tell me you're afraid I might lose?"
"No, your martial nephew naturally could not possibly harbor such thoughts. Martial Uncle is unrivaled wherever you go. How could a few clowns from the mere Cloud Hidden Sect compare to you?"
Seeing displeasure appear on Old Monster Tianjue's face, the sect master hurriedly opened his mouth to flatter him. This martial uncle of