"Someone else?"
Master Kong Zhi raised his head and looked beyond the temple.
As Ji Qing's words fell, a young man indeed slowly walked in from outside the temple. He wore coarse linen clothes, plainly dressed, yet his entire person exuded an unrestrained air.
The only unusual thing was the sword tucked at his waist.
Yet that sword looked rather battered as well, only slightly better than a piece of scrap iron.
But from this seemingly carefree and impoverished young martial artist, Ji Qing sensed a trace of sharpness.
It was the sharpness unique to a swordsman!
That sharpness gave Ji Qing a sense of familiarity.
"Who are you?"
Ji Qing asked.
"My name is Ye Chunsheng. I've only just entered the Jianghu, and I wish to spar with Mr. Ji."
"Why seek me out?"
"Mr. Ji slew Poison Demon Ouyang Bo with a single stroke of his blade, shaking the Jianghu! Now, as long as one is part of the Jianghu, no one is unaware of Mr. Ji. Having just entered the Jianghu, only by fighting Mr. Ji can I make a name for myself in it."
"Is making a name for yourself in the Jianghu so important to you?"
"Yes, very important!"
Ji Qing fell silent.
A young man fresh out of the gate, dreaming of soaring to the heavens in a single step through the Jianghu.
Gold, silver, fame, beauties, and more would come flooding in one after another.
"If you lose, you will die!"
Ji Qing looked at Ye Chunsheng.
The other man was even younger than he was.
His face still carried a touch of youthful immaturity.
"I know. We Jianghu folk—if we lose, we die. From the moment I entered the Jianghu, I had already prepared myself for that."
"So, Mr. Ji, please grant