Fiery Gilt Steel Valley

Chapter 397: Fiery Gilt Steel Valley

At Yan Clan’s military campground, in the Steel Sword Martial Saint’s tent:

The Steel Sword Martial Saint was sitting cross legged on a soft, dark red carpet.. He quietly cultivated, his eyes closed and a steel sword laid across his knees.

“Do you think Mister Teng will accept the challenge from the Steel Sword Martial Saint?”

“Who knows.. Mister Teng might not be as powerful as they say. It’s possible that he lacks the audacity to accept the challenge. It wouldn’t be weird for him to simply not appear for the duel tomorrow and make up some excuse.”

The Steel Sword Martial Saint had keen senses. He could hear the conversation clearly, though the patrolling guards were far from the tent.

“We’ll know how authentic his ‘strength’ is soon enough,”” the Steel Sword Martial Saint thought to himself.

Suddenly—