In Lu Yu's eyes, it was hard to associate the man before him with the legendary Martial Mourning King.
His armor was in tatters, his hair unkempt, his beard unruly, coupled with those bloodshot eyes, he had a very exhausted appearance.
But his eyes were bright, seemingly containing some inexplicable flames, both of anger and of hatred.
"I had heard of your name before, but I never expected to have the chance to meet you today." Lu Yu would not tell him that, in the days to come, his name would echo throughout the land, becoming the nightmare of all Barbarians.
"I didn't expect that even a bit of my reputation could reach the ears of an Immortal." Ran Min said with a laugh.
"Do not belittle yourself unduly; achieving what others cannot is what makes a hero," Lu Yu responded with a smile.
