The young disciple dressed in a white robe approached Lu Chuan, revealing a confident smile, wanting to spar with Lu Chuan.
At his invitation to spar, Lu Chuan merely shook his head slightly, "Let's not, you're not my match. Where's your master? Have him come out."
"If it were your master taking action, I might have some interest then, but if it's just you, let's forget it."
Lu Chuan spoke dismissively.
These words directly agitated the disciple.
He pointed at Lu Chuan, shouting loudly, "You guy, your tone is really not small, coming up and challenging my master directly, what makes you think you have the qualification?"
"I think, whether you can beat me is still up for debate!"
Lu Chuan's words drew the attention of quite a few people around.
Among this crowd, those dressed in clean white robes were disciples of the Fiery Sword Sect, while those dressed in various attire were freelance swordsmen, here to challenge.
Lu Chuan's words attracted both these groups.
