Yang Monian frowned.
Then he sized up Gu Zhongqiao again.
Sigh...
Yang Monian shook his head, silently twisting the short stick back into the appearance of a cane.
"After all, I'm still getting old. If I were ten years younger, maybe I'd really have a good fight with you." Yang Monian sighed.
"Pfft!"
Old Man Gu laughed with disdain at those words: "Ten years ago, did you dare to stand in front of me?"
Ten years ago, it was exactly when Old Man Gu was at his peak.
In Jiangcheng, there were no more than three people who could overshadow him.
What was Yang Monian worth?
Not even fit to carry shoes.
It was only due to his internal injury in recent years, rarely making moves, which gave Yang Monian the courage to stand here.
However, if Yang Monian knew his injury had healed, he probably wouldn't even dare say a word and would leave in a hurry.
Faced with Old Man Gu's mockery, Yang Monian's eye twitched, obviously a bit angry.
"Humph!"
