Above the peak of the Nanhua Sect, Lu Muqiu arrived riding on a cloud, stopping in front of Nie Gui. He respectfully cupped his hands and introduced his name, followed by a polite remark.
"I am but a latecomer, having long admired Master Nie's renowned name. During our upcoming duel, I hope that fellow Daoist will hold back your strength."
Nie Gui glanced at him, noticing that although he was neatly and simply dressed, his face was covered by a mask that revealed only his eyes. With a frown, he shouted, "If you leave now, I may spare your life, otherwise once the duel begins, there will be no mercy."
Unlike his brother Nie Zhang's calm demeanor, having cultivated for over four hundred years and being of high stature within the sect, Nie Gui was very arrogant, having encountered few rivals.
