Liu Qiansheng's eyelids twitched. There was obvious anger in his eyes as he slowly walked down the steps. "Kid, you'll definitely become a Martial Chief in the future. I've roamed Jianghu for eighty years and relied on defeating the previous generation's Martial Chiefs to shake the world. If I die in the hands of a Martial Chief of the next generation, it can be considered that I've completed a cycle of good karma. What's there to be afraid of?"
"Your path in Jianghu ended in Jiang Zhahu's hands twenty years ago. You're just a Jianghu rebel struggling at death's door now. Don't flatter yourself."
There was silence in the rain. The two of them didn't speak again and only stared into each other's eyes.
