Nine Heavens Peak, courtyard.
A Steward Hall disciple swiftly delivered Chen Qing's challenge letter.
Lu Chenming's heart stirred at first, then his brows drew tightly together.
He had thought Chen Qing would continue to lie low, silently building up his strength with that astonishing potential.
He had not expected Chen Qing to be so decisive. After clearing the thirty-first floor of the Tianbao Tower, he had cultivated in seclusion for merely two months before brazenly issuing a challenge!
"Chen Qing..."
Lu Chenming murmured the name. "What exactly does he have to rely on? That formidable body-tempering cultivation? That rumored spear technique that fuses three forces? Or is it... merely the high spirits of reckless youth?"
He had never seen Chen Qing truly fight, nor had he personally witnessed the battle at the Seven Stars Platform.
Yet defeating the solidly grounded Han Xiong and ascending to the thirty-first floor of the Tianbao Tower had already proven that this man was no easy opponent.
Any underestimate could come at a grievous price.
Lu Chenming drew a deep breath and suppressed every trace of complacency and impatience within himself. His gaze returned to the stillness of an ancient well.
Even a lion used its full strength to fight a rabbit.
And Chen Qing was far from a rabbit that could be casually handled.
Every time he accepted a challenge, Lu Chenming went all out. He knew well that every True Disciple Candidate who had made it before him possessed an unyielding will and extraordinary methods. How could a challenge launched with everything on the line possibly be child's play?
Just then, a voice announced from outside the courtyard, "Senior Brother Lu, Junior Brother Zhao Mu is here to see you."
Lu Chenming's eyes flickered slightly. Zhao Mu?
This man was one of Senior