Du Lingchuan saw it clearly. The Mountain Suppressing Prison Spear Chen Qing had demonstrated just now was by no means merely a beginner's grasp—it had at least reached the realm of mastery.
His heart tightened. "When did that old Peng produce such a fine seedling? If he really were that old fellow's personally taught disciple, given that old bastard's temperament, he should have been beating gongs and drums, proclaiming it everywhere, then running before me to flaunt him! How had I never heard of this?"
Once that thought arose, Du Lingchuan could no longer hold back. Before the tower ship had even come to a steady stop, he spoke in a deep voice, "Are those ahead disciples of the Wutai Sect? I am Du Lingchuan of the Xuanjia Gate! Was the spear technique you practiced just now that old Peng Zhen's Mountain Suppressing Prison Spear? Judging by your spear momentum, you have already grasped its true essence. Could you be Old Peng's newly accepted personal disciple?"
There was a trace of urgency in his tone. He was deeply concerned about the movements of his old rival.
River Breaking Spear Du Lingchuan?!
This man was also a renowned expert of Yunlin Prefecture, enough to rank among the top five within the Xuanjia Gate.
"Chen Qing, disciple of the Wutai Sect's Qingmu Institute, acting under Elder Shen Xiuyong's orders to guard this waterway!"
Hearing this, Chen Qing clasped his fists and answered loudly, "The disciple indeed practices the Mountain Suppressing Prison Spear. This spear art was collected in the sect's martial treasury. I comprehended it on my own; it was not personally taught by Headmaster Peng."
"Qingmu Institute? Comprehended it on your own?"
Du Lingchuan was stunned at first, then the tightly wound string in his heart instantly loosened. He could not