The little Shen Dragon undulated upwards, wrapping itself around the back before its chin bumped onto Liang Qu's shoulder, its vertical pupils staring intently at the white-robed gentleman.
Liang Qu examined him for a moment, rapidly searching through his memory.
Nothing stood out.
As the saying goes, "One does not strike a smiling face." So, Liang Qu greeted the man with a bow and responded, "Although Mr. Liang has been in the Capital City for half a month and rather preoccupied, I haven't had the leisure to meet the heroes of the world. May I ask for your esteemed surname? Have we met before?"
"Certainly not, but there is a saying, 'A martial prowess unmatched, shines through ages as recorded in the annals.' Mr. Liang's fame precedes him wherever he goes, how could I not recognize you?
