Not long after, Lu Fan arrived at the Azure Dragon Gate. Han Yunhai's arm was injured, seemingly fractured.
"Mr. Lu!"
Han Yunhai hurriedly got up and cupped his fists towards Lu Fan, but his injury made it somewhat difficult.
"No need for formalities!" Lu Fan waved his hand. "Who exactly was it that managed to injure you!"
"An old enemy from many years ago, who has returned after completing his training. He's likely here to take my life," Han Yunhai said with a wry smile. "If he hadn't intended to humiliate me, I fear I wouldn't have escaped today."
"Tell me exactly what happened," Lu Fan frowned slightly. "What was that person's strength like?"
"His name is Yang Beitian. Years ago, we had a feud, and I severely injured him, crippling one of his legs," Han Yunhai replied helplessly. "I never imagined that after years, he would return, already a peak Grandmaster martial artist."
At this point, Han Yunhai's expression turned solemn. He himself had only recently stepped into the Grandmaster realm, but Yang Beitian had already reached the peak, possibly even becoming a legendary Grandmaster.
"Peak Grandmaster!" Lu Fan narrowed his eyes. "If he wanted to attack you, you would have no power to resist. Why did he let you go?"
"I used a provocation, challenging him to a duel to the death by the West Lake tomorrow," Han Yunhai said solemnly. "I know I'm no match for him, so I thought of you, Mr. Lu. Do you think you can handle him!"
The other disciples of the Azure Dragon Gate also looked on with curiosity. They knew Lu Fan was capable but had never seen him truly fight. If he could defeat Yang Beitian, his strength would undoubtedly be considerable.
"Since this concerns the Azure Dragon Gate, I cannot stand by idly," Lu Fan stated directly. "Tomorrow, by the West Lake, I will personally meet him!"
"Thank you, Mr. Lu!"
Han Yunhai quickly cupped his fists. "But Yang Beitian's strength is immense. If you want to deal with him, Mr. Lu, you must be very careful."
"Rest assured!" Lu Fan waved his hand. "Since I've decided to act, I will not fail!"
"With your words, Mr. Lu, I can finally put my mind at ease," Han Yunhai nodded heavily.
He still remembered what had happened today. Yang Beitian's combat power completely surpassed his. If this enemy was not dealt with, there would likely be endless trouble in the future.
"Your arm is dislocated from the injury," Lu Fan glanced at it and moved beside Han Yunhai. With a slight raise of his hand, he healed Han Yunhai's injury.
"Mr. Lu is truly a divine doctor of the nation!"
Han Yunhai quickly cupped his fists, his words laced with flattery. He had never imagined Lu Fan possessed such skills.
"Send someone to pick me up at Tianfu Villa tomorrow morning!" Lu Fan walked towards the exit. "I will personally resolve this matter for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Lu!"
Han Yunhai quickly cupped his fists. After Lu Fan left, he turned his gaze to Xiao Bailong. "You go invite our Grandmaster again!"
"Master, isn't Mr. Lu able to handle it?" Xiao Bailong asked in surprise. "Having Grandmaster take action for this matter, isn't it a bit too..."
"A peak Grandmaster martial artist is no ordinary person," Han Yunhai shook his head. "I'm just being cautious. With Grandmaster here, I can feel at ease."
Xiao Bailong nodded and dared not say more, turning to leave.
The next morning, Lu Fan woke up from his sleep. A luxury car was already parked outside, and Xiao Bailong, wearing glasses, was waiting by the car.
Not long after, Lu Fan got into the car. "You're quite early!"
"Since Mr. Lu is personally taking action, I naturally have to be diligent," Xiao Bailong said with a smile. "But for today at the West Lake, does Mr. Lu have confidence?"
"A peak Grandmaster martial artist does have some capabilities," Lu Fan nodded and smiled. "But subduing him is not difficult."
"Then I wish Mr. Lu a triumphant return!" Xiao Bailong said with a smile.
Inside the pavilion by the West Lake, various pastries were laid out on an eight-immortal table, with several cups of tea beside them.
"Master, do you have confidence?" Han Yunhai looked at the old man.
The old man was dressed luxuriously and looked energetic, unlike an ordinary person.
"Dealing with juniors is naturally not a problem," Old Zhou smiled. As Han Yunhai's master, his own strength was not weak, and dealing with juniors was nothing in his eyes.
"With your words, Master, I can finally relax," Han Yunhai showed his joy.
Yang Beitian was not someone to be trifled with. If he hadn't used a little trick yesterday, he would have likely lost his head.
As they were talking, a car drove up. Led by Xiao Bailong, Lu Fan walked towards the pavilion.
This pavilion was named the Eight-Corner Pavilion, a famous pavilion by the West Lake, where the meeting was arranged for today.
"Mr. Lu!"
Han Yunhai hurriedly got up and went to greet Lu Fan, showing great courtesy.
Lu Fan nodded and entered the Eight-Corner Pavilion. The white-haired old man was drinking tea by himself, his eyes filled with arrogance.
As a martial arts master, he rarely paid attention to ordinary people. Although Lu Fan walked with a firm stride, in his eyes, he was just an ordinary person.
"Let me introduce you, this is my Master!" Han Yunhai said with a smile. "His name is Old Zhou. To prevent any accidents, I specially invited him out of seclusion."
"So it's Old Zhou!" Lu Fan nodded slightly. "It seems you don't trust me."
"Mr. Lu, please don't misunderstand. Yang Beitian's methods are brutal. Having Master come is to prevent any accidents," Han Yunhai quickly explained.
Lu Fan nodded slightly and didn't say much. If someone else was going to resolve it, it would save him a lot of trouble.
"What, is this young brother also someone you invited?" Old Zhou glanced at Lu Fan. "You, as a Grandmaster martial artist, have even received my essence. Are you still inferior to him?"
"Master, please don't joke. I've only just entered the Grandmaster realm, how can I be a match for Mr. Lu," Han Yunhai quickly replied. "Mr. Lu is no ordinary person."
"No matter how extraordinary, his age is still there," Old Zhou said softly. "Being so young, isn't inviting him a waste of time?"
"Old sir, you're mistaken. Ambition is not limited by age. Moreover, I was invited, so I'm just going through the motions," Lu Fan said with a smile. "I'll have to rely on you, old sir, then."
"That's natural!"
Old Zhou was unapologetic. The iron beads in his hand instantly turned to powder, sprinkled onto the table bit by bit.
Many people gasped. Those iron beads were no ordinary items. Being able to crush them into powder with internal energy was enough to show Old Zhou's mastery of hand techniques.
"It seems Master has not diminished his skills," Han Yunhai flattered. "Crushing powder with bare hands, few people in this world can do that."
Lu Fan remained silent, sitting aside and drinking tea. Since someone else was here to handle it, it saved him effort and worry.
After all, he was generally indifferent to such matters. Having someone help resolve it was the best outcome.
Old Zhou glanced at Lu Fan. Lu Fan's expression was calm, which made him slightly displeased, but he couldn't say much.