Juan Chong was the son of a Qi gathering cultivator, so he had the best weapon for a practitioner. If possible, I did not want to fight with him. There was no benefit fighting with an obnoxious young master.
Then again, I wouldn't want to cower in front of everyone I met. I came before Juan Chong and put forth a suggestion. We wouldn't attack and walk away as if we didn't see each other at all.
I mean, I was a Viscera Purifying practitioner and he had to understand the risks by trying to beat me here in the wild, especially when he was defeated by a Body Tempering practitioner just yesterday.
I was right this time. He agreed.
The forest was lush and the sun was brilliantly shining on the water that remained on the leaves. It had rained at night for some time. I was glad that Juan Chong was agreeable, maybe that Zhao Peng had taught some sense into his spoiled brain... or not.
