Wan Mingyi saw Li Guanyi and smiled, "Li Taoist, you have finally awakened!"
Li Guanyi replied, "I am afraid I am the joke of Wan, my friend."
Wan Mingyi said, "Not at all, not at all, it's not a joke, but rather a great admiration!"
"Facing a legend of the Martial Arts, you could still compete in drinking so much that you became drunk as mud. Knowing that the legend of Martial Arts was coming, I couldn't sleep all night. Speaking of which, my hands are still shaking."
He stretched out his hand, the palm that was accustomed to holding and throwing hidden weapons should have been steady as cast iron, yet it now shook uncontrollably, and he said self-mockingly:
"My body is instinctively telling me to run."
"Even wild beasts have premonitions, and as we Martial Artists cultivate, we also have the power of perception. Even though the battle has not yet begun, my body is instinctively trying to flee from this fight."
