After a long silence, Mark gave his reply to Tang Yifan, who seemed to be prepared for anything, "Alright, I'll accept your offer."
Tang Yifan clenched his fist once again, but this time, it wasn't because of frustration, but due to his excitement about winning.
On the other hand, Fu Shen sighed in relief in his heart, "Thank goodness. If this young master of our clan took it as an insult and become reckless, it would have been troublesome."
Meanwhile, the new Emperor of the Tang Dynasty let out a victory smirk, "It is good that you took the wise decision, Lu Zhen. Anyway, I'm returning to the palace. Until you leave, you will be the guest of the Empire. So, feel free to spend as much time as you want, for the last time."
Once he said whatever he wanted, the young emperor took out a scroll from his sleeves and poured his ether energy into it.
As it lit up, he then looked at Mark once again, "Goodbye, Lu Zhen. I hope we will never meet again."
