"Big brother, what's wrong?"
Red Moon curiously asked Ling Xiao.
At this moment, Ling Xiao's hands were almost crushing the railing, his face showing an expression of urgency and excitement.
"It's nothing, just seeing a rival I've been wanting to meet, feeling excited inside."
Ling Xiao smiled and said.
Meanwhile, a few dozens of miles outside of Surprise Thunder City, a young man and an old man were talking.
The young man held a wine gourd in his hand, his unshaven face made him look much older.
But those who knew him would know that he was not yet thirty years old.
The other was an elderly man, his face full of vicissitudes but still wearing a look of excitement.
"Old Hong, are you really not going to see Ling Xiao?"
The young man, naturally, was the Wine Demon Sword. Though now twenty-nine, he was still qualified to participate in the White Tiger Summit.
But because he had already participated ten years ago at the age of nineteen, he didn't register this time.
