WHOOSH...
A sudden gust of wind made Duan Lin squint. When he saw the young swordsman standing before him, he was first stunned, then his face lit up with extreme delight. "Greetings, Senior Brother Lu!"
Facing the young swordsman, all pride vanished from Duan Lin's face. He bowed deeply, showing utmost respect.
With the young swordsman's appearance, the previously noisy street fell utterly silent. All eyes were fixed on him, expressions of deep shock revealing his extraordinary identity.
"Senior Brother Lu? Duan Lin called him Senior Brother Lu. Could he also be a disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion? From how casually he dispelled Luo Feng's attack just now, this young man's status must be extraordinary."
A middle-aged saber man with a weather-beaten face commented, looking at the young Martial Artist.
"You don't recognize him?" a man beside him asked, incredulous.
