章 270: Fist Strength

His footsteps did not make noise as he slowly made his way to the center of the courtyard.

The night was as clear as water. He was a man of tall stature but thinly built. He had an otherworldly feel to him.

His bright eyes flickered left and right, his gaze eventually rested on Chu Li who was at the foot of the wall.

Chu Li stepped out from the shadows, standing across him in silence.

High Duke Lu was quietly sizing him up.

He was young but had already reached the Grandmaster's Boundary. He was indeed a genius and did not pale in comparison to his own daughter. For someone like him, it was not surprising that he could slip in without being noticed. It was a pity that he was a not a friend but rather a foe.

Chu Li lifted his fingers slowly.

High Duke Lu slipped sideways to avoid it and gently returned a fist to him. There was no power to the punch as if he was greeting an old friend.