A moment later, at Canoe Gang headquarters.
"Sword Holding Pavilion? Why have their people come to see me?"
After hearing Xiao Qing's report, Li Xian asked with a puzzled look.
He had originally intended to refuse the meeting outright, but Liang Haisheng talked him out of it.
"Dragon King, chaos is breaking out all across Qingzhou right now. Having one more source of strength is always a good thing. Why not meet them first and see what they want?"
Li Xian thought it over, did not refuse, and nodded in agreement.
"Fine. Have Xiao Qing bring them up."
Before long, Xiao Qing led the people from Sword Holding Pavilion before Li Xian.
"I am Ling Yanwu, the current chief disciple of Sword Holding Pavilion. Greetings, Dragon King!"
Though Ling Yanwu was about the same age as Li Xian, according to the rules of the Jianghu, she was a generation below him and thus had to observe the rites of a disciple.
Li Xian waved a hand. "No need for formalities."
Ling Yanwu quietly observed Li Xian.
At last, she had met this Canoe Gang Dragon King whose fame resounded throughout Qingzhou.
He did not seem all that special.
Two eyes, one mouth—just a little more handsome than most.
Better-looking than anyone Ling Yanwu had seen before.
Hmph, he looks like nothing much. Perfectly ordinary. I have no idea why those people outside keep calling him Number One in Qingzhou.
She thought disdainfully.
As Ling Yanwu sized up Li Xian, Li Xian was sizing her up as well.
This current chief of Sword Holding Pavilion carried a sharpness that seemed ready to burst forth from every inch of her body. Her swordsmanship had likely reached a considerable level.
But her overall strength was merely average. She was only at the Mid-fourth