Two hours later, Zhou Chuan's condition had fully recovered to his peak. Everyone was waiting for him, and feeling embarrassed to keep the sect master and the Supreme Elders sitting around waiting, he initiated a new challenge.
Soon, the arena was turned over to him and Moye. Before a fight, both parties were allowed to speak and even set their own rules. After all, this was a martial arts spar, not a life-and-death battle.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Moye!" This time, Zhou Chuan did not presume seniority, because Moye was exceedingly old, with a hunched back and a face full of wrinkles—one could easily believe he was a thousand years old. In terms of generation, he was countless tiers above Zhou Chuan.
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