Draw Your Sword
They returned to the hotel restaurant to continue their earlier lunch. The chances of running into trouble again were low, but the possibility still remained.
Having Xiao Wei and Zheng Yu'er eat in their rooms and avoid any further contact with others was a sound precaution on Li Bai's part.
Old Grandmaster He had judged those troublemakers by the standards of decent people, underestimating how bottomless this world could be. Some people were so despicable that even calling them lowlifes would be an understatement. Once unscrupulousness became a habit, they were capable of anything.
Perhaps they were waiting for the old grandmaster to erupt in anger, ready to fan the flames on both sides and inflame the conflict. They wanted nothing more than to see the world in chaos.
So Li Bai's caution was warranted. It had made Old Grandmaster He more alert, too. He didn't want anything to happen to either of his two precious female disciples.
Better safe than sorry. With people targeting Xiao Wei and Zheng Yu'er one after another, this was no time for them to show their faces in public.
Old Grandmaster He had been about to sit down for his meal when someone informed him in time, so he hurried over.
By the time he returned to the private room with Li Bai, everyone had taken their seats and the main dishes were being served.
The room covered more than a hundred square meters and held two large round tables, each with enough seats for fifteen or sixteen people. The senior figures of China's martial arts world and most of its top fighters had gathered there.
No matter the field, only a handful of people ever stood at its summit.
Seeing Old Grandmaster He—the famed "Hundred Step Divine Fist" of the