Seeing Li Bing'en walk out, Lu Zian frowned, stayed silent for a moment, and said, "I know you, you're that foolish grandson of Northern Fist King Li Changqing. It is said that your abilities aren't too bad; are you preparing to step in for him?"
Li Bing'en remained giggling and laughing, as if he didn't understand Lu Zian's words. As he got in front of Lu Zian, he pointed a finger at him, challenging Lu Zian.
"Hahaha..." Lu Zian laughed out loud, saying, "I wasn't planning to fight a fool. Even if I won, word spreading would make people think I was bullying a fool. But, since you're bent on challenging me, if I don't fight, wouldn't that make people think I'm afraid of a fool? Well then, I'll consider it a warm-up, let's see how strong a fool can really be!"
Ye Qing understood Lu Zian's dominance well. Even though Li Bing'en wasn't weak, he probably wouldn't be Lu Zian's match. Of course, Ye Qing didn't want Li Bing'en taking risks, as he was Third Master Li's only grandson.
