Li Yan was already used to being challenged by others.
After all, in this pugilistic world, slowly building a reputation through a knife or fist was too slow; perhaps, one could only become known locally after half a lifetime.
The best way, undoubtedly, was to make a name by stepping on someone else's reputation.
Therefore, those with some fame in the pugilistic world couldn't escape such matters.
But the young man in front of him was somewhat different.
His smile was very calm, and it carried a sense of confidence.
Li Yan was familiar with this kind of smile.
It's called "a newborn calf that isn't afraid of a tiger."
Full of enthusiasm, clear and reckless.
"Alright."
Li Yan readily agreed but discreetly glanced at the blind old Daoist, a feeling of doubt arose in his heart.
He could see through the young man.
But this old Daoist was somewhat strange.
