"Old Wang," Old Liu said from afar, watching Chen Wu activate the secret technique. "Isn't this a bit risky?"
"Risky how?" Wang Jiuyuan retorted.
"Qi Lin's reputation as the foremost Mystic Realm expert in the world isn't empty talk. Even if you fought him yourself, you might not be able to win. Little Chen isn't even in the Mystic Realm. He's only reached a fake Mystic Realm through a secret technique. Having him take ten moves from Qi Lin is too risky."
"What fight between martial artists ever comes with a guarantee of victory?" Wang Jiuyuan replied without the slightest hesitation. "I've already fought Qi Lin. His Maitreya Dharma Image was broken by Guo Xuchu and has since regressed into the Wisdom King, greatly diminishing its power."
"He has to get through this hurdle, or sooner or later he'll fall at the gate to the Concentrated Spirit Realm."
"Does it really have to be this intense?"
"Don't worry. I won't stand by and watch him get himself killed." Wang Jiuyuan reassured Old Liu. "Besides, that paperweight isn't an ordinary Mystic Realm treasure."
"What's the story behind it?"
"It's a grandmaster's relic!"
"Whose?"
"Master Nanlei. Huang Zongxi."
"Him?" Old Liu looked surprised.
"Master Nanlei's martial arts were formidable, but scholarship was his main pursuit. He didn't cultivate weapons, yet he nourished that paperweight for his entire life. The School of Heavenly Principle's method of nourishing weapons to temper one's Concentrated Spirit was only perfected in his hands."
"This is the first I've heard that Master Nanlei was a grandmaster."
"Master Nanlei disliked fighting others, so few people knew the depth of his martial arts." Wang Jiuyuan continued, "Besides, he's been dead for nearly a hundred years. Even fewer people know the inside story."
As he spoke, Wang Jiuyuan laughed. "That book