After Luo Qiu left, the ancestor of Tianshui Sect, Pan Qing, and several elders finally arrived in the ruined side hall.
"Why did Luo Qiu come?" Ancestor Pan Qing walked over to Lin Bai and asked curiously.
"Doesn't the Flying Sword Devil Sect have a disciple whom I suppressed in the pond at Deer Terrace Palace?"
"Luo Qiu came today first to show off his might, and second to rescue Luo Yu, so he came to inform me beforehand."
Lin Bai truthfully told Ancestor Pan Qing and the several elders why Luo Qiu had come.
"Looks like he came with bad intentions." Ancestor Pan Qing said, "Saint, in your estimation, how strong is Luo Qiu?"
Lin Bai recalled their clash of sword intent and shook his head slightly. "I'm not sure of his true strength."
"We only clashed in sword intent just now. Judging from his cultivation in the sword path, this man is indeed extraordinarily formidable."
"But without a true fight, there's no way to know exactly how strong he is."
"He even agreed to determine victory and defeat with me in the Hunting World."
Lin Bai smiled.
Upon hearing this, Ancestor Pan Qing and the several elders of Tianshui Sect immediately looked grim.
A challenge from the Saint of a Flourishing Sect was completely different from one from a top sect.
The Saints nurtured by a Flourishing Sect were dragons among men, chosen one in ten thousand—a genius among geniuses and a heaven's favorite among heaven's favorites.
"Then the Saint must be careful. I have a feeling Luo Qiu won't be easy to deal with." Ancestor Pan Qing offered a reminder.
"He won't be easy to deal with, but he isn't that difficult either." Lin Bai smiled again, not taking it to heart.
After roughly fifteen minutes, Lin