The Matter is Settled! Fist Step Mastery!

Li Bufan waved a hand. "If Senior is worried that I'll use my status as a Core Disciple of Songhe Gate to seize this spirit lake by force, then please rest assured."

"I, too, was delighted at the sight of this spirit lake and merely wish to go in and take a look. I am only a passing traveler; afterward, ownership of the spirit lake will still belong to the Zhao Family."

After hearing Li Bufan's words, Zhao Mengdong was overjoyed. "Good! Then we'll do as you say, young friend. One spot it is."

The two sealed the agreement with a high five. Zhao Mengdong rose to his feet and called loudly to the attendants and shopkeepers outside, "During this time, whatever requests young friend Bufan has, you are all to fulfill them. Do not show the slightest neglect."

"Yes!" the attendants answered in unison, their voices ringing out loud and clear.

Zhao Mengdong turned to Li Bufan and cupped his fists. "Young friend Bufan, the matter has been settled. I still need to return and inform the family, so I won't stay any longer."

Li Bufan rose to see him out. "Rest assured, District Master."

Zhao Mengdong strode away with light steps, clearly in an excellent mood.

Li Bufan escorted him to the door and watched his figure disappear before turning back inside.

He stood in the private room, pondering for a moment. Though he was confident about the match three days from now, he could not afford to let his guard down.

For Treasure Pavilion and the Mystic Commerce Guild to have stood firm in the Great Yan Dynasty for so many years, they must each possess deep foundations. The younger generation they sent would likely be no ordinary opponents.

He needed to bring himself to peak condition.