"Of course, it's Xu Jian, Elder Xu."
The named martial cultivators glared at him and answered very rudely.
"Xu Jian?"
Lin Qingluo thought carefully, trying to recall if she had seen him on the day of Lin Wine Brewery's opening.
Unfortunately, she had no impression of him.
It seemed that he wasn't a very memorable person.
"Where did you come from, kid? You don't even know about the Sword Immortal?"
"What an idiot!"
Several martial cultivators looked at her with contempt when she admitted not knowing the famous Sword Immortal. The spittle that flew from their mouths nearly hit her face.
"Sword Immortal?"
Lin Qingluo stepped back to avoid the incoming saliva, and chuckled playfully, "If he is worthy of the title Sword Immortal, then he must be very powerful. That reassures me, at least my opponent won't be too weak, and the challenge will be meaningful."
"Challenge?!"
