"Still making arrangements?"
"No more arrangements, just come with me to a place and fight it out. Don't say another word!"
Mu Tian was having none of it and pulled Ye Feng, insisting on sparring. He had already waited for so long, and still had to wait—it was unacceptable. Didn't he have any pride?
"A fight would take at most a couple of hours. The place I need to go is right near this exit. It doesn't matter; you, the Northern King, must come with me first!"
Seeing this, Ye Feng could only show a helpless expression while the people behind him snickered secretly.
However, after thinking it over, a duel would indeed only take a couple of hours. Resolving it sooner wouldn't be inappropriate, and it would save some trouble.
Originally, he had planned to return to Xuanyuan Nation first and visit Hong Qingyan in the Northwest Little Mountain Village. But now it seemed it would be delayed for a few hours—no significant difference.
