Li Daoran the Degenerate
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Uncle-Master Li, Master hasn't returned yet."
"That's true. Your master was left behind to chat with the sect master. He probably won't be back for a while. Forget it, I won't wait for him. I'm in a good mood today. I'll go find an opponent and practice a few moves."
Yun LiGe was somewhat hopeful.
"An expert who can fight Uncle-Master Li must have a good cultivation, right?"
Li Daoran felt relaxed when he heard this.
"It doesn't matter if one's cultivation level is high. What we mainly compete in is technique and endurance, not cultivation level. However, it's not that I want to brag to you. No matter how powerful the opponent is, even if it's a big shot, I can still handle him with just my spear."
"Hiss! Martial Uncle is so powerful."
Yun Lige could not help but gasp. After a pause, he reacted and immediately said,
"Uncle-Master, I'm also a spear user. Can you teach me a few moves?"
"You?"
Li Daoran sized up Yun Lige.