"I am Li Jianchen!" The old man smiled faintly and extended his hand.
My brows unconsciously drew tight. I glanced left and right, but there was only Li Mufan leading me toward Li Jianchen. Li Poxiao stood beside him, his face pale, apparently forcing himself to endure his injuries flaring up.
In the previous battle, Li Poxiao had been battered badly, with plenty of external wounds as well. His entire body was wrapped in bandages, and blood still seeped through them.
This battle concerned the lifeblood of Southern arcane cultivators. It was a battle even the old monsters could not help but watch closely, while the spectators could learn things beyond imagination. As a battle maniac, Li Poxiao would come even if he had to hold himself together with sheer willpower.
Old Li had introduced himself, so I could not be discourteous. Even if Grandma disliked Li Jianchen, he was still an elder to me, and the proper etiquette for a first meeting was necessary.
I stepped forward and shook his hand. "Senior Li, I'm Xia Yitian."
"Good, good. What an outstanding young man. No wonder that child Poxiao often mentions you, saying you're quite formidable. Now that I've seen you for myself, your aptitude truly is excellent. Come, come. Keep this old man company for a chat." As Li Jianchen spoke, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the street.
"You flatter me, Senior." As expected of an expert. Just one handshake, and he could see the state of my cultivation?
"No flattery. I can already sense several streams of orthodox energy surging through your body, converging into one. Such a situation is truly inconceivable. If I had not personally tested it, I would have thought someone was joking. But, Young Friend Yitian, have you ever