Holding an umbrella, he could bear it even if the sky fell; after tomorrow, challenge the Four Great Halls' true disciples!

Gu Baichuan, who had been drinking with Duan Chenzhou, had his back turned. Hearing the voice, he suddenly froze slightly.

Right afterward, he sensed that something was wrong.

"Wait, so you called me here today with preparations already in place?"

Duan Chenzhou shook his head.

"Behind this street of mine is my disciple's old home."

"With a little looking and listening, I know exactly who used to live around him and what happened."

Having said that, the one-armed martial artist in a purple silk robe glanced sideways at Ji Xiu.

"You killed the son of Tiger Leopard Hall's boss?"

Ji Xiu paused, immediately finding confidence in his heart.

"Yes. Since there was already bad blood between us, and this time circumstances forced my hand, I simply drew my blade and cut off future trouble at the root!"

Duan Chenzhou nodded.

"Well done."

As he spoke, he ignored Gu Baichuan's flushed face, which looked ready to burst.

"A martial artist needs courage. He needs to see blood. It's like refining pills and firing a furnace—if true gold does not pass through fire's tempering, how can you know what it is made of?"

"No matter how well you train your external arts or how exquisite your martial skills are, if layer upon layer of misgivings leaves you afraid of this faction seeking revenge and wary of that expert coming for you, then even a precious saber will rust."

"You will never amount to anything in this life."

"If you truly can't afford to provoke them, then grease the soles of your feet and run. The world is vast—if you can't beat them, can't you at least outrun them?"

"Just like your master. I lay low for a time and nursed my wounds, yet didn't I make it all the way to Anning