"A spar, you say? I'm quite interested," Long Zhiming said, his gaze shifting toward Fang Lin.
Before Fang Lin could reply, Dugu Nian stepped in front of him, speaking earnestly, "He already said he likes women; stop hitting on him."
Everyone was taken aback, and Long Zhiming looked embarrassed, his face a picture of amusement.
Fang Lin's mouth twitched, wishing he could smack Dugu Nian straight into the ground. How could she embarrass him like this? Was the girl lacking some brains?
"If you want to spar, I'll take you on and show you just how formidable I am," Dugu Nian declared with pride, seemingly oblivious to the suppressed laughter in the crowd.
Long Zhiming snorted. "You're no match for me."
Upon hearing this, Dugu Nian's pride was wounded, and with a wave of her hand, a zither appeared before her.
"Dare to underestimate me? Believe it or not, I'll play you to death," Dugu Nian said, glaring at Long Zhiming.
