Lu Zhenhai said with a smug grin, "No matter how murky the waters, Brother Xu can swim across them. Brother Zhao, send someone."
Zhao Lingwu shot Xu Yi a sinister look, then suddenly cupped his fists toward the Zhao family's dragon boat. "Things have come to this. We can only trouble Senior Guanhai."
As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone watched in shock as a figure flew from the dragon boat and slowly descended before them.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man of about forty, with a pale, clean-shaven face, a broken brow, and long eyes. His whole bearing was chillingly sinister.
"Among the famous immortals of Jiangnan, there is Zhang Guanhai of the Cliffside."
Lu Zhenhai suppressed the urge to curse and cupped his fists toward Zhang Guanhai. "Senior, your refinement and noble bearing have earned you a place among the immortals. It hardly seems appropriate for you to involve yourself in a contest between us mere mortals."
Then he glared at Zhao Lingwu and sneered. "Brother Zhao has even brought Senior Guanhai into this. What can I say? The Spirit Spring is yours. I'm sure the Zhao family's great name will soon ring throughout Jiangnan and shake all of Jiangbei."
Zhao Lingwu said, "The Zhao family isn't that shameless. I did invite Senior Guanhai to lend my family his support, but with his reputation, he would never fight us mere mortals. It's just that Brother Yiling seems to have surpassed the bounds of mortality, and Senior Guanhai is interested in exchanging a few moves with him. Of course, given Senior Guanhai's standing, he won't truly fight Brother Yiling in earnest. How about this: if Brother Yiling can take one strike from Senior Guanhai and still get back to his feet, then I, Zhao, will concede. Otherwise,