"Thank you for your guidance!"
Li Qing cupped his fists towards the pained-looking former hall master, Zeng Jinbao, and then tied up his disheveled hair, which had been in a wild state.
Watching the crimson hue in Li Qing's eyes gradually fade, Zeng Jinbao let out a sigh of relief, fearing that the other party might become overly spirited and relentless.
"Alas, the waves of the river push the waves ahead; I really am getting old, and I'm no match for you." Zeng Jinbao's expression dimmed slightly.
This hall master, who held considerable fame throughout the martial world and was renowned in the Sheng Tian region, had today personally admitted that he was not Li Qing's opponent.
The disciples watching from the side all gaped in astonishment.
Without needing to think much, it was clear that this would stir quite a commotion in the martial world, and the name Li Qing would surely spread far and wide.