After Lu Chen left, disappointment flickered in Zhou Xiangshan's eyes.
He, too, had been eager to witness Chu Xisheng's prowess in swordsmanship.
Twenty days ago, at Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall, Zhou Xiangshan had seen Chu Xisheng suppress twelve fellow disciples with his Divine Thought Power, but he had never seen him wield his sword.
Unfortunately, the "Silver Patterned Tiger" Lu Chen backed out at the crucial moment, depriving him of the treat.
Zhoou Liangchen watched Lu Chen's retreating figure and sneered coldly, "That's just the kind of person he is; he never does anything he's not sure of."
But then his expression turned solemn as he added, "This fellow is cautious and shameless, but his strength is solid. He's sly and deceitful, always hiding a knife behind his smile, and he's incredibly stingy. So, Brother Chu, you must be careful. Having made him lose face this time, he definitely won't let it go."
"Is that so?"
