"Showering Coins like a Rain of Blossoms?"
"You're Master Wuheng?"
Iga Musashi abruptly retreated, abandoning the attempt to hack at the Fire God Cannon, forcibly dodging the torrential rain of coins cascading down.
Iga Musashi quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, completely focused, staring fixedly at Master Wuheng, prepared to withdraw at any moment.
Master Wuheng's reputation, even in Japan, was something he had heard of.
"Iga Musashi, the Grandmaster of Japan. Are you the only one coming to China?" Master Wuheng casually asked, folding fan in hand.
"Master Wuheng, we've had no grievances in the past and no enmities recently. Could you grant me a way out?" Iga Musashi spoke up.