A young disciple in white robes strode with large, confident steps right up to Lěng Yè, his assured smile seeming to say: Come on, let's see what you're made of.
Faced with this challenge, however, Lěng Yè merely gave a slight shake of his head, his tone mild yet carrying an unquestionable firmness: "Forget it. You're no match for me. I want to see your master."
"If your master is willing to step forward, perhaps he could arouse my interest," Lěng Yè added, a profound depth belying his youth flashing in his eyes. "If it's just you, there's no need."
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