"The battle of Dharma power is a battle of honor and life"
"If Zhou Daoji wishes to bet on the fight, then let's make it a fight for his and the Zheng family's lives."
Zhang Ziru walked off the peak of the hill with heavy footsteps. He could not make a decision on such a significant matter; he needed to take the matter to the old man himself. He was confident that since both his teacher and the Old Man Zheng possessed decisive characters that were filled with gusto, they would agree to the terms without a blink. If other people learned that the number one master of the Southern Sect was scared off by a youngster, how would anyone expect him to continue holding onto the seat of power in the Lin Nan region? The same logic applied to the Zheng family as well.
"However, could my teacher really defeat him?"
