Yan Lan looked at Li Qingqiu. The sternness on his face quickly vanished, replaced by the warm, sunny smile he'd worn before. With a sigh, he said, "Ku Yi and Ku Er are no ordinary men. Before they followed me, they ranked first and second among the Heavenly Protection Guard's A-class fighters. The so-called number-one fighters of the various regions in the martial world are no match for them. Brother, to repel either of them with a single strike means your martial arts are truly unfathomable. Could you be the legendary Jiang Zhaoxia?"
He had heard of Jiang Zhaoxia, a young prodigy who had burst onto the scene and seized the title of the second-best fighter in Guzhou Martial Arts World. His fame had even eclipsed that of Yu Zhiyi, the martial world's number one.
Yu Zhiyi was a long-established expert, already very old. People had little left to expect from him or wonder about. Jiang Zhaoxia was different. He was far too young, and his performance made people think that as long as he continued to grow without mishap, he would surely surpass Yu Zhiyi one day.
But in Yan Lan's eyes, a prodigy like Jiang Zhaoxia was nothing special. So many geniuses flocked to him from atop the dynasty, hoping to serve him.
Yet today, seeing Li Qingqiu, whom he had mistaken for Jiang Zhaoxia, had surprised him.
It was the first time he'd ever seen someone drive Ku Yi back with a single exchange.
"My name is Li Qingqiu, and I'm the sect master of Qingxiao Sect," Li Qingqiu replied, making no effort to hide his identity.
This was Qingxiao Sect's territory. As its sect master, how could he conceal his identity from outsiders and hide behind his disciples?
"Your sect master? You're so young."
Yan Lan