"Brother Bailu, it's been so long, do you still remember Yuan Qi?" a man in green robes with antlers on his forehead called out to him with a smile and a wave.
"Yuan Qi!" Li Chengyi laughed. "Of course, I remember."
Back then, when he had gone to the Suyue Sect, the first person he sparred with was Yuan Qi, who had been guarding the gate.
"It's been three years since we've seen each other, and I've greatly improved. Dare you try a match with me?" Yuan Qi's face revealed an eager anticipation.
"This... isn't that a bit...," Li Chengyi hesitated.
"What's there to hesitate about? Come, come, we'll stop when one acknowledges defeat," Yuan Qi enthusiastically said.
"Mainly, I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you... after all, a visitor should be a friend," Li Chengyi said helplessly.
"So confident?" Yuan Qi's expression stiffened, his interest now piqued even more.
