Wu Jiu fell silent and sank heavily back into his seat.
Only after a long while did he ask gravely, "Are you confident?"
In the past, Lian Youming would certainly have said he did not know, but now, he seemed to possess an overwhelming confidence.
"Yes!"
Wu Jiu looked deeply at the young man smiling warmly before him. "Have you heard about what's happening in Cangzhou?"
Lian Youming picked up his bowl and chopsticks and began eating the hot pot too. "I have."
Wu Jiu asked in puzzlement, "You're not planning to go?"
Lian Youming hesitated, then said with some uncertainty, "I don't know! I might not go. Those martial arts sects haven't counted me in anyway." He answered this way because of the news Zhu Wu had brought.
He suddenly felt that this might be a good opportunity to rescue that Senior Martial Uncle.
Since the other side was holding that blasted Martial Way Tournament, it would surely be aboard the ship.
And with experts from all quarters arriving by invitation, they would inevitably have to tighten security and transfer personnel.
That would leave the Sea Island's defenses depleted.
It was the perfect opportunity to strike.
So Lian Youming was already somewhat uncertain whether he could attend the Martial Way Tournament.
If he could make it in time, he would not mind competing against Gu Feiyan.
If there wasn't time, then weighing the gains and losses, he would certainly choose that Senior Martial Uncle first.
But no matter what, his challenge to Taiji Gate had to go ahead.
This was also the safest approach Lian Youming had come up with so far.
There were also the internal injuries that had yet to heal, and Heavenly Dipper Strength, which he had not fully comprehended. Both needed time.
Although Lian Youming