Just then, Lu Qing suddenly chuckled and shook his head.
He turned around, "Master, Senior Yan, my hands are a bit itchy, and I'd like to take a stab at leading this battle. Could you two provide some support from here?"
"Young Master, what did you say?"
The swordsman was stunned, doubting whether he had heard correctly.
Even the elder doctor looked at Lu Qing with suspicion: "Ah Qing, are you serious?"
The figure down below, he too felt was powerful and not so easy to deal with.
"Yes, Disciple is eager to hunt and wishes to exchange blows with this Evil Demon to validate some of the recent Cultivation insights," Lu Qing nodded earnestly.
The elder doctor, seeing the seriousness on Lu Qing's face, pondered for a moment before finally nodding: "Alright, go ahead."
"Then Disciple will proceed."
Having received his master's permission, Lu Qing placed his bow and arrows at his feet and leaped downward.
"Senior..."
The swordsman immediately became anxious.