"Brother Li, don't rush to answer. If you're interested, you can go to Fengdu in the twelfth lunar month. There will be a gathering there, and someone will find you then."
"Alright."
Li Yan nodded and raised his cup to clink glasses with Wu Qu.
He had initially been hesitant, but upon hearing the names Wei Zheng and Bao Zheng, he indeed developed a sliver of interest in this organization.
Just as Wu Qu had said, as his Dao improved, he would inevitably reach that point and become a figure feared by the Hidden Immortals of the Proper Xuan Sect.
Afterwards, the two intentionally steered away from that topic and discussed matters related to the pugilistic world.
As Li Yan had expected, Wu Qu was well-versed in the top-level martial artists of the true pugilistic world and shared much with him.