Zuo Lengchan stood behind the balustrade of the porch with his hands behind his back, his face showing a hint of a smile.
"Yes, Master!"
From among the Songshan disciples, a tall man stepped forward, bowed to Zuo Lengchan, and then faced Zhao Rong directly.
Mo Da, feeling uneasy, heard Taoist Brother Tianmen laugh and say:
"Shi is stronger in Inner Strength, and although Zhao's techniques are skilled, he has already fought twice, so defeating Shi might be difficult."
"Does Mr. Mo Da have confidence?"
Mo Da's expression bore a trace of pride as he responded somewhat defiantly, "Taoist Brother Tianmen, the cultivation of our Inner Strength requires the abandonment of all distractions, focusing on the mental state. My disciple is naturally fond of peace and quiet."
"Even if his Inner Strength is not equal to Shi's at this moment, in ten or eight years, he will surely catch up."
