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"It's Chen Fuguang from the Hidden Dragon Dojo..."
"Why is that kid following behind him?"
Duan Kaiping furrowed his brows tightly, feeling a very bad premonition.
A person's fame is like the shadow of a tree, and the reputation of Li Qi, the Old Dojo Master of the Hidden Dragon Dojo, is significant—even in the circles of Inner Ring City, let alone in a 'backwater place' like Qingcheng.
Although more than twenty years ago, a ruthless person had broken his legs and squashed his fighting spirit, turning him into almost a cripple, the past majesty of 'Dragon King' was still held in high esteem in the underworld.
Such a figure's disciples would naturally be no ordinary individuals.
Compared to other dojos that widely opened their doors, Li Qi was quite strict in selecting his direct disciples to inherit his mantle. To this day, he had only taken in six, each with a reputation in the martial arts world.
