Jiang Changsheng looked at the anxious Ling Xiao and said angrily, "How can there be a Grandmaster? Don't spout nonsense."
His senses could cover the entire Longqi Mountain. If an expert approached, he would be able to capture it immediately.
Ling Xiao said, "The other party did not come personally. Instead, they sent a disciple to deliver a letter, saying that they would like to invite you to fight to the death at the north gate of the capital in half a year."
Jiang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and said, "That's it?"
It would take place in half a year. It seemed like the other party wanted to play some tricks.
Ling Xiao said, "The other party is Divine Monk Juexin of Jusong Lake. Jusong Lake's martial arts world has a very high status, and the martial arts competition for the supremes of the martial arts world is held at Jusong Lake."
Jiang Changsheng nodded. Seeing that he did not take it to heart at all, Ling Xiao could only give up.