After the banquet, Lou Yi arrived again at the gates of the State Preceptor's residence in Wanma Country's capital.
"Mu Yun, come out and fight!"
A clear and resonant voice spread across dozens of miles.
"It's that young Grandmaster from Qing Country; he's come again!"
"Damn, he's too arrogant, does he really think there's no one in Wanma Country?"
"It's rumored this man is a descendant of Daoist Qian Yuan..."
The numerous masters in the capital of Wanma Country saw Lou Yi daringly enter the heart of their country alone, disregarding all of them, and couldn't help but be both shocked and angry.
But no one dared to step forward.
Even the previously invincible State Preceptor was no match; naturally, any others would only be sending themselves to death in numbers.
The historical record proves that a Grandmaster cannot be defeated merely by numerical advantage.
Mu Yun, meanwhile, was inside the residence, sipping tea, with several yellow-edged martial art tomes on the table.
