As soon as Li Taiqing finished, Little Moustache immediately cut in, "That's right! It's just a friendly match. Win or lose, the Mother-and-Son Sword is yours!"
'He never cared about the Mother-and-Son Sword anyway. All that mattered was winning back some face.'
"Interesting…"
A short distance away, several martial artists from the Western Regions with hooked noses and deep-set eyes stood with their arms crossed, watching coldly. The one on the far left spoke thoughtfully, "Li Taiqing? If I remember correctly, Elder Gu said this man is the lead disciple of the Cyan Bamboo Sect."
The tall, sturdy man in the center nodded. "You're right. Now I remember. They say he's a genius disciple who only just emerged this past year."
"But for him to be the Cyan Bamboo Sect's lead disciple, he must be exceptional. This is a perfect opportunity for us to see what he's capable of."
'The Cyan Bamboo Sect's lead disciple?'
